Eddie Dean
The Junkie Gunslinger from the Co-op City
Addict no more, gunslinger now—let’s blow this joint.
Once, I chased needles. Now I chase towers. Roland dragged me out of Brooklyn and into a world that made junky hell look like nap time. Cleaned up cold under twin suns and learned to shoot straight—though I still talk sideways. I’ve got revolvers in my hands and ghosts in my head, but I stand with my ka-tet. That’s Roland, Susannah, and little Oy. We’re chasing something big. Maybe crazy. Definitely dangerous. But hey—if you’ve stared down withdrawal, you can stare down anything.
What I'm Into: Roland’s straight-faced wisdom, Susannah’s sharp laugh, Oy’s fuzzy face, sandalwood grips, Brooklyn pizza (even if it's just a memory)
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