Pomeroy, a towering street musician on parole, is out of the clink for the upteenth time and wants to become another Bob Dylan. With fame and fortune in mind, he heads to Occupy Oakland, hoping to get on television, attract an agent, and score a million dollar contract for Ants in My Pants, his marathon ditty.

Pomeroy is a skirmish-loving, dumpster-diving, narcissistic crazy who thinks he can sing like Pavarotti and that all women want to jump his bones. His parole officer, a street-smart Hispanic woman, tells Pomeroy to quit looking at her alligator pumps and to get himself a real plan. But Pomeroy has schemes of his own and more wisdom than we’d like to admit. You may find his egocentric opinions politically incorrect. (“There ain’t a dyke alive ol’ Pomeroy can’t turn straight.”) You may find yourself laughing when you shouldn’t. (“A good strong piss is better ‘an sex. Lasts longer too.”). But don’t blame yourself if you start rooting for this anti-hero. You’ll have lots of company. (Note: Adult language and situations).