They say time heals all wounds. They lie. Especially my brother's best friend, Zack. Because my brother is dead and that's a wound that will never heal. I'm dealing the best I can, numbing my pain with alcohol and sex of the random variety. Until Zack literally runs into me on Boathouse Row in Philadelphia and takes matters into his own hands. He intervenes in my life and offers a new coping strategy: himself....