Buster's the story of a guy that anyone in his right mind would run away from. Or should run away from, since Buster spends all his spare time provoking strangers into fights, then refusing to defend himself as they pummel him 'til they grow bored. He's also a grifter, sucking his brother dry, and a cancer, sabotaging his brother's relationship with his girlfriend. Think of him as the patron saint of passive aggression, the don of all losers, or maybe just a regular guy who lost his mind trying to avoid growing up.

The only one close to Buster is his brother Scott, who himself is trying to get his life together. Buster tries in vain to keep Scott next to him in his care free land of non-tax-paying-abusers, knowing he'll lose him sooner or later to his much prettier and determined girlfirend Jesse. Buster can only beat her at fucking up and does so in a way that's very hard for Scott to ignore.

You've probably already guessed, but this is a low budget film. Not put-a-DV-camera-on-my-gas-card low budget -- more like "shoot the whole thing in Super 8, develop the film in the sink using cheap equipment secured from Russia, except the sulfuric acid, which you've got to extract from old car batteries, because trying to import sulfuric acid from Russia looks just a little shady these days". But then how the hell else should you tell this kind of a story?