Meatworks

Desmond Poole is damaged in more ways than one. If he was an underachiever before, he's entirely useless now that he's lost his right hand. He spends his time drowning his sorrows in vodka while he deliberately blows off the training that would help him master his new prosthetic. Social Services seems determined to try and stop him from wallowing in his own filth, so he's forced to attend an amputee support group. He expects nothing more than stale cookies, tepid decaf and a bunch of self-pityin