My name is Louis Depre. I am 28 years old. I live in a hole called Montreal. I do not know what I like. I do not know who I like. I do not know what I want to do with my life. I do not know who I am. But one thing I know for sure - I'm not your friend. The other - good-looking, speaks pleasant seductive language I do not know. He was surrounded by friends - I do not. He's happy - I'm not. Another recently moved next door. His mere presence is a constant reminder to me of my own worthless life...