How sick is this: I'm the major jock-stud in high school, but my brother has the brain of a badminton birdie and a body to match. I've got everything and he's got nothing. I'm a three-year, three-sport letterman and Shawn can't even stand up! Like I said, sick, huh? It's...
Paul McDaniel has everything going for him: looks, smarts, and athletic ability. His brother, on the other hand, has nothing, not even a working brain. How can Paul pursue his own happiness when his brother will never know anything but meaningless pain?