Is a streetbug lonely? Whats a streetbug? Arent we all lonely in some sense? And who cares about this anyway?
Jeff Zang does - a private investigator from Miami.
His dad always warned him: “You will be nothing more than a lousy streetbug…and alone.
Wondering if this is true, Jeff zig-zags his way through the city discovering the life philosophies of some of our most overlooked citizens: a window-washer, a banner-pilot, a tollbooth agent, and a drawbridge tender. Is his life in some way connected to theirs? And is ‘loneliness’ in the end just a matter of perspective?