When you piss off a bridge into a snowstorm, it feels like youre connecting with eternal things. Paying homage to something or someone. But who? The Druids? Walt Whitman? No, I pay homage to one person only, my brother, my twin. In life. In death. Telemachus. Since the death of his brother, Jonathans been losing his grip on reality. Last years Best Young Poet and gifted guitarist is now Taft High Schools resident tortured artist, when he bothers to show up. He's on track to repeat eleventh grade, but his English teacher, his principal, and his crew of Thicks (who refuse to be seniors without him) wont sit back and let him fail.