orturous waste of time, and not just because he can't shake his reputation as the nice-but-dumb kid. After his evening job washing boats on The Row, he barely has time to scarf down leftovers, get through his mind-numbing homework, and catch a few ZZZs.

Until recently, staying busy had worked just fine to distract Little Fish from facing life's big quandaries, like, are some people destined to be eternal losers? Who decides what "winning" even means? And why does he feel like a walking magnet for every asshole on the island? If his dad were around, maybe he'd have some answers. Or would he be too wasted to care?