She was a New York City person. Sacco is nervy and sassy and sort of debonair.

Without so much as asking, he walked into the office and started digging through their files.

They have a seven-year-old son named Timothy, never called Timmy or Tim; a little scrawny guy who wears thick glasses already, and who tucks his striped T-shirts into his pants with the aplomb of a silver-templed CEO.

This wildly inventive piece of social satire may go down like a big old silly pill. But after the madness and mayhem, Meds leaves an acidic aftertaste.