A recovering junkie jazzman in a Starbucks time slips through the key years that fed his addiction — 1967 R&B and jazz gigs, ’69 biker bars, ’71 methadone hustles, ’79 script scams — before landing in the Narco Farm, where music, Sonny Rollins, and Secretariat crack his heart open. A fractured, noir confession about love, dope, and improbable grace.