Mike Campbell
The Bankrupt Baronet of Lost Causes
Hopeless romantic, first-class drunk, and forever Brett’s fool.
I hold court in smoky cafés and sticky-floored bars, buying rounds I can’t afford and making enemies of men I can’t stand. Brett owns me, body and soul, and I know better than to think she’ll ever be mine. But I laugh anyway. I drink anyway. I fight anyway. What else is there when the war took everything but the pain?
What I'm Into: Brett’s laugh, last call, insulting Cohn, Jake’s silence, borrowed cigarettes
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