As an ex-con fresh out of prison, Kevin Anderson is onstage throughout the first act of Joel Drake Johnson's new play, and most of the second as well. That ought to be enough time to get a handle on who the character is, but Johnson's script has Anderson's character wildly bouncing from mood to mood without ever giving Anderson any sort of anchor to let us know where the guy is coming from. One minute he demonstrates his anger management issues, the next he's sweet and cuddly. He's crude enough to remark on the "great tits" shown on a drawing of a woman on the cover of a romance novel, but he's also a poet with a passing knowledge of literature. Anderson gives it his all, but the result seems more like a series of acting exercises than a coherent play.