Richard Hazzard is in free fall.
He is on the verge of something.
If he could only figure out what...
Drifting through Los Angeles on the night he was supposed to be married, Richard is searching for the truth and running from it. He remains Hamlet-haunted by a past he can't manage to forget and a future he refuses to face. From smokey beaches to crowded barrooms to hillside mansions, Richard is an unmoored wanderer, alone, unsure-of-foot, vacillating between self-awareness and self-deception.
On whose current is he being dragged along? By whose design? To what end? And how come questions never meet with satisfactory answers?
This is a story about time, and timing. About the people who tether you to the world and what happens when you cut yourself loose. It is a story about uncertainty, identity, and the inescapable gravity of the choices that make you you.