A group of crack addicts in Atlanta live outside in a cove behind a Texaco gas station, a spot they call "the Living Room." Director Corey Davis turns his camera on them directly, letting them describe in their own words what daily life with a crack addiction looks like: where they sleep, how they get high, what the cove has become as a kind of makeshift home. Davis frames the film as personal rather than clinical, tracing the addiction back to the mid-1980s crack epidemic that tore through African-American communities and, in his case, took his own father out of the house and onto the streets. There is no narrator smoothing over the material or expert brought in to explain it from a distance; the addicts speak for themselves about hunger, shelter, and the pull of the drug. The film stays fixed on this one small encampment behind a gas station rather than the wider drug trade, using it as a close-up view of what the epidemic did to individual lives decades after it began.