Abraham Owens
is Punched, Drunk,
& All Out of F*cks!

Abraham Owens may just be a lowly thug-for-hire, but that doesn't mean he's not the sensitive type.

In fact, he's super-sensitive, suffering from a debilitating case of empathy. The only way he avoids being overwhelmed by other people's emotions is through isolation and booze. Lots and lots of booze.

Now, with his reserves run dry and the last of his cash gone, Abe is about to run fist-first into a chaos-loving maniac who's weaponized the local alt-right movement.

But what's a little racism between Nazis, right?

After having the last of his cash stolen in a bar fight, Abraham Owens takes a gig from a former alt-right acolyte who's trying to reconnect with his ex-girlfriend. The kid thinks he has a shot at talking her out of the cult of personality, but first he needs to find her in the middle of a violent white supremacist rally.

Abe needs the cash and, well, it's not like he's got anything against punching Nazis.