This is a story of hidden truths of a bloodline boiling beneath the surface, arising with inheritance scams. Art-world vultures, selling his trauma for a country club membership, prey on him. What’s the outcome of his mother’s paintings? Ryan’s reality is a rare hallucination or, perhaps, just the certainty he doesn’t want to face. His paddling to shore without a life jacket, his family drama circling like sharks, and his every attempt at love feels like a Molotov cocktail aimed at his heart. Is this the raw feeling of an intense essence of an authentic life?