Don't drink the water. Ever.

Yeah, I kill for money. But so what? All kinds of things kill.

Your parents and grandparents just want you to visit. To Listen. To understand. Real bad.

It is 2027. Medical science is still disgusting and pharmaceutical companies are still evil.

You've grown up. You've outgrown your grandmother's kisses, her doting, your fear of the gnarled tree in her yard. Unfortunately, the Tree has other ideas.

On forgiving the past and not having your throat ripped out.

Terry: The older son coming out of the closet. Sam: The younger son just beginning to have his own voice and opinions. Dad: The homicidal botanist. All with different ideas about the green, green grass of home.

Inside the hellish fury of a woman scorned.

Bob likes hookers. Bob is a bad man. Bob and Bubbles have a lot in common.