It’s New Year’s Eve 1983 and Martin’s plan for a quiet night in his parents’ basement is thrown into chaos when his old friend Dina and her hooligan roommates arrive with a gun, a bag of stolen books, and a dangerous idea.
You can see we need you. I need you. It’s nearly midnight and I’ve no one to kiss. Be a shame to waste the moment, a couple of blokes like us.
What are you doing?
You don’t work, fuckers like you. The whole world works around you. Building your tennis courts. Cleaning your toilets. Repairing your stereos and installing your cable and stuffing your Care Bears and you don’t even notice. You contribute nothing. You have no craft. I hate people who have no craft.
We’re all insane, really. It’s just a matter of perspective. If you were to suggest I spend the rest of my life in somebody’s basement reading books about birds, I’d say that’s totally raving crazy. Most people would.
I’m not spending the rest of my life-
How do you know?MARTIN