Charles Bukowski did junk instead of alcohol, he would be the Drugstore Cowboy.
It's that kind of story.
No glamor. No glory. No honor. No pride. No excuses. No change for the better.
People scraping the bottom of society, trying to get by, and doing what they must.
Still, they have hopes and dreams and values and love.
They're still people.
And stripped of all the material superficialities we take for granted, these people stand out as more real, more true, more interesting than any of us.
This film is their poem.