Following her faux-fathers suicide, zephyrs life unravels into a shapeless tapestry woven in the ethanol-hand of her grandfather, don, an amoral, sensual, manipulative bastard for whom the clock always strikes quarter past rum. Dons actions shatter zefs past into fragments of warring memories as she carves her way through a quagmire of dark, atavistic forces, armed only with her blade of tears.
A mother-daughter bond formed in the afterlife, memories stored in ziploc bags and the horrific struggle to piece together a past thats been through the shredder, a cool, dark place is all of these, plus the unsettling realization that ones life was ghost-written by two drunks.