New York City
Rallis and Debbie’s marriage has reached its expiration date. In fact, it’s soured and stuck to the bottom of the carton. She wants him to pack his stuff and hit the bricks, but he’s clinging to the past like a cat on a screen door. How far will a man go to hang onto his lady? It’s a thin line between love and hate. A kiss and a punch. An ice cream cone and a beer bottle to the back of the head.