It’s Saturday, and Nashville lowlife Jake Croom needs money for the beer joints. (Hey! It isn’t like he just wants the money!) But his seemingly straightforward plan to steal some sends him ricocheting through the lives of everyone from bat-wielding grandmothers to down-and-out typesetters to inadvertent Robert E. Lee impersonators, violently knocking them all into various unexpected pockets in life’s pool table.
Meanwhile Jake, fortified by tequila, unidentified pharmaceuticals and a thirty-five-dollar pistol, caroms toward his own final collision with a counterfeit Valkyrie and a bona fide hail of bullets