The year is 1995, and Gina leaves a failed relationship for a California Dream, only to find she can’t afford rent in the promised land. That’s OK, she’s not alone; the nonprofit social service agency that hires her into an entry level mental health job is dominated by a gang of sophomoric slackers, who literally spend 24/7 on the job; since they don’t get paid enough to pay rent, they simply don’t. It’s a makeshift commune of sorts, evolved of necessity. This fictional biography is a darkly comic, social services satire; the action has moved off the grounds of the State Hospital into the four bedroom, two bath homes of suburbia, and the developmentally disabled have been delivered into the hands of underpaid nonconformists, who cheerfully orchestrate the insanity around them into a performance piece they call their lives. It is a story of familiar people and familiar passions, played out in the unfamiliar territory of institutionalized suburbia.
The year is 1995, and Gina leaves a failed relationship for a California Dream, only to find she can’t afford rent in the promised land. That’s OK, she’s not alone; the nonprofit social service agency that hires her into an entry level mental health job is dominated by a gang of sophomoric slackers, who literally spend 24/7 on the job; since they don’t get paid enough to pay rent, they simply don’t. It’s a makeshift commune of sorts, evolved of necessity. This fictional biography is a darkly comic, social services satire; the action has moved off the grounds of the State Hospital into the four bedroom, two bath homes of suburbia, and the developmentally disabled have been delivered into the hands of underpaid nonconformists, who cheerfully orchestrate the insanity around them into a performance piece they call their lives. It is a story of familiar people and familiar passions, played out in the unfamiliar territory of institutionalized suburbia.