Every bartender in town knows Mark, the raucous drunk who never runs out of crazy stories to tell. He's easy to spot, since he's a few generations younger than most regular bar patrons, and he's easy to remember, since he's such a big tipper. They know Mark to be the caricature of an average, every-day drunk, minus thirty or forty years. Mark doesn't know much about himself - or much of anything, for that matter. But he's pretty sure about one thing: he's invincible. After years of living a life of detachment from the rest of the world, a series of events and a hodgepodge of acquaintances force Mark to stand up to his own mortality, or be run over by it. Will Mark's story have a happy ending, and does he even know what one would look like? The answer: probably not.