A man turns into a werecat. His name is Lingo. He writes feverishly without sleep. He hears voices. He is in love with Wendy who no longer talks to him. He writes in his open journal about random topics. He tries poetry. He tries acts of violence. He tries begging on his knees. Anything to get Wendy back. He rants and raves about his sexual frustration. He talks about video games, movies and pop culture. He tells stories from his past. He says annoying phrases like "quite frankly" and "trust you me". Sometimes he might make you laugh. Sometimes you might be pissed off. You may cry. You may shit yourself. The voices tell him that his words will echo into the future farther than he can imagine. And they'd like to shoot him into space farther than he can imagine as well.