Edward Neary was a vaguely-employed part-time professional studio photographer and budding hairstylist when his wife found him "drinking in bars, eating out of dumpsters, and mating indiscriminately," as she describes it. She took him home, made him bathe, and saddled him with children. He spends the balance of his days scrubbing floors and wiping snot from the nose of his toddling son, trying not to think of the freedoms he once enjoyed. His wife tells him he's happy, and he believes it, mostly.