Butch Coolidge
The Washed-Up Boxer Who Bet the Underdog
I took a dive and came up swinging.
I’m Butch — the guy who blinked when he shouldn’t have, and stared down the barrel when most would’ve turned tail. I fought dirty for the right people, then double-crossed the wrong one. I’ve got scars, a girl who still believes in fairy tales, and a watch that smells like jungle rot and duty. I don’t need a title. I just need one more move before the house takes it all.
What I'm Into: gold watches that don't tick, last-minute exits, girls who dream too loud, greasy diner coffee, the long way back
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