He's single, in his early thirties. He has a menial job as a cook in a local bar and leads a relatively uneventful (some may say boring) life, but he compensates for that by smoking a lot of grass and zoning out to the likes of Warren Zevon and Leonard Cohen. He spends his days perpetually stoned, fantasizing about one thing: Murder. His nights are spent turning those morbid daydreams into a brutal reality. The drug dealer who stiffed him on a deal? Dead. His ex-wife (and most of her family)? Gone. The girl at work who just won't take no for an answer? Dealt with. Believe it or not, this psychopath isn't even the bad guy.