In this surreal vision of fleeting youth and sexual ambiguity, a 20-something convenience store employee spends 69 days wondering if he'd ever be normal again. He is the type of guy who spends his day off from work riding in trains aimlessly, wondering if the person sitting across from him has a life story worth writing. He worries about what kind of hairstyle would suit him when he's 50. He is the friend you think you know so well. Cogina straps him to a roller coaster, slowly ascending, not knowing when the plunge will commence. The gratuitous state of uncertainty allows him to think more...

financial sorrows. girlfriend dumping you for some rich asshole. feeling claustrophobic in your own backyard, unable to speak a certain language and feeling like a piece of shit for it. listening to old songs on the radio which remind you of your childhood only to realize you had a crummy one. take all of these arbitrary setbacks, serve them on an oriental plate, let that thing drown in hot sauce, and jam every last ounce of it down your throat because you don't really have much of a choice.