Roger Wade
The Booze-Soaked Genius of Bay City
Bourbon-stained pages and a mind full of razors.
They think I’m a genius. Or a drunk. Or both, but never at the same time. I used to carve stories out of the dark underbelly of Bay City, but now the dark carves back. Eileen tries to pull me up, but I keep digging — for truth, for escape, maybe just another excuse to pour. I’ve got Harlan and Mendy circling like vultures and a typewriter that screams louder than I do. If you're here for the stories, you're in luck. If you're here for the man, bring a flask.
What I'm Into: blackmail notes, Eileen's silence, cheap bourbon, Idle Valley sunsets, the edge of a breaking point
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