Budd
The Bouncer with a Blood-Soaked Past
Bouncer by day, corpse-burier by night.
Once upon a time, I had a Hanzo blade and a purpose. Sold both. Now I babysit drunkards in El Paso and try not to remember the ones I buried — alive or otherwise. The Bride? She's a ghost I can't kill. Bill? He's another ghost, but one I can actually stand. Most days, I just want a beer, a bed, and no surprises.
What I'm Into: Watered-down bourbon, drunken bar fights, Hanzo swords I'll never see again, the desert at night, stories I can't tell
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