The drinks are on Sunshine State historian/spree killer Serge A. Storms, who's decided it's high time he got married. So he's motoring down to the Florida Keys — the ultimate end of the line — in search of Ms. Right . . .
and finding his doped-up basket case bud Coleman along the way. But for Serge, “getting hitched” doesn't necessarily mean “settling down” — not when South Florida is crawling with slimeballs, swindlers, unrepentant jerks, and annoying bystanders whose ranks need some serious thinning.
