Eddie
The Delivery Boy Who Danced With Death
I'm the jolt they couldn't kill.
I was just a delivery boy with a killer grin and a playlist in my head. Then I met Columbia, and we made our own kind of noise in a house full of freaks. Frank didn't like that—real love doesn't fit in a test tube. He took me out, but not all the way. Now I’m back, strumming through the shadows, proof that even in hell, a little fire can still burn.
What I'm Into: my beat-up leather jacket, Columbia's laugh, revving up the bike, zombie rock solos, sticking it to the man
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