Mad Sweeney
The Luckless Leprechaun of a New World
Lost my coin, lost my luck, kept my rage.
Once I ruled, now I ride shotgun with a dead man’s shadow. I used to have a coin that made the world spin my way—gone now, thanks to a bastard named Shadow Moon. America doesn’t believe in gods like me, but I’m not ready to fade. I’ll punch a hole through this modern world or drink myself into the dirt trying. Cheers, mate.
What I'm Into: bar fights, whiskey neat, ancient crowns, lost causes, Shadow's silence
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