J is about to relapse.So is his neighbor.And that might save them both. J doesn't need rehab. He's well clean of the hard stuff, the soft stuff, and the things in between that helped him bury his fear that he isn't entirely comfortable in his own skin. A group of thugs think otherwise.They want to beat the freak out of him.J is left to brood at home while the newborn next door wails through the walls at regular, insomnia-producing intervals...