Sex, Drugs & No Idea

Unexpected threesomes.
Fighting midgets.
Wrecking bathrooms.
It isn't our grief that sets us apart, it is the manner in which we deal with it.
Charlie Green is a mess. After surviving an accident that claimed the life of his partner and being sacked from his job, he's taken to throwing himself down the neck of every bottle of booze and into the arms of every amorous stranger that wanders across his zig-zagging path. In an increasingly desperate attempt to smother his grief, Charlie and five of his closest friends decide to ditch the materialistic bright lights of California and embark on an eight-thousand mile trip across the sea to Southeast Asia. There, caught like butterflies in a whirlwind of drug-fuelled hedonism and vice, this fellowship of idiots endeavours to figure out whether happiness is something that can ever be truly attained, or whether it's something that we spend our lives perpetually chasing.

"Now, I'm not one to advocate doing drugs and then going off for a drive in the country or attempting to operate heavy machinery, but if one finds oneself in the position of having had a good snoot-full of Peruvian flake before being obliged to chuck on the fins and tank and hop into the ocean, then I'd be very much inclined to just not think too much about it and roll with the situation."

Through the blur of drugs, alcohol and one-night stands, Charlie has to decide whether he's running away from the truth, seeking closure or simply heading along the slow road that leads to self-destruction.