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3:59
One fact about Eddie's, we
4:02
know exactly what we look like,
4:04
all about the strange curves of the back of
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our heads, lean of our necks,
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how we shift our posture when we enter
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a crowded room, and every
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possible way our face might crease or
4:16
stretch with the odd smile or frown.
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Jezzle stabs his fingers over at me.
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Blackjack is going to wipe the floor with you
4:25
tomorrow. You don't just disrespect
4:27
a man like that. He
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keeps talking, but I stop listening.
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Instead I bend down and pick up
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an iPad laying on an empty paper
4:37
plate by the edge of the pool. Wiping
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off a few water droplets, I
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heft the tablet, get a good sense
4:45
of its weight, and then fast
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pitch it into Jezzle's face. It
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connects where his nose meets his eyebrows.
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Jezzle crumples as blood pours from
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his scruffy cheeks. Some
4:58
sad girl pop song starts to play.
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This is cheap violence, but
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it is what I do. All
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around the yard in patio guests stare.
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None are surprised, and Eddie
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is an Eddie after all. They
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judge me, but I'm the one feeding
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them. I see the hidden glee.
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The thrill these screen people get
5:22
from being this close to me. Big
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stub looks down at his friend and
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then backs up. I
5:30
am still all smiles because I know
5:32
some hype kid won't come at me. I
5:35
am a weapon, and everything
5:37
about me advertises that. Jezzle
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keeps moaning and squirming. There's
5:43
no way to tell how much of his pain is real and
5:45
how much is for the cameras.
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Not that it really matters.
5:59
What's up, Blackjack? Sweets
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chose me. And it's over
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between you two.
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Tomorrow,
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this row is gonna be personal.
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And I'll take you down in the first ten
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seconds. All your patrons,
6:16
they're not gonna do shit for you. The
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crowd claps. A few people
6:22
raise their glasses like I just made a toast at
6:24
a wedding. Everything
6:27
is just right. Until
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I notice a kid standing by the doors leading
6:31
into the kitchen. Bright
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House has a rule about nobody under 16
6:36
being allowed on the property. But
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some middle-aged YouTuber has smuggled in
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his whole family, including a pudgy
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preteen with curly hair and Harry Potter
6:45
glasses. The kid can't
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be older than 13. He's
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watching me with this huge, stupid
6:52
grin like I just cured his cancer. On
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his shirt, stretched out by baby fat,
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is a decal of my own face. His
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chub balloons out my features,
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making them look scary and
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monster-like. Although
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the face still has the same exact
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crooked smile that I am wearing right now.
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I go to the bathroom and throw
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up. It's something I do.
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My anxiety gets pretty bad before a row.
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Earlier today, I swiped some pills out of my manager's
7:27
bag, but they tasted like ash and only
7:29
made my jaw lock up. Washing
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them down with a rum and coke only made it worse. While
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I'm heaving, I hear the bathroom door open
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outside my stall. Bright
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House is three stories and 100,000 square feet. This
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bathroom alone is bigger than my dad's deli
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on 3rd Street. Sitting with
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my back leaning against the toilet's rim,
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I stare at a pair of spotless black
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vans with pink bunny-tied laces
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on the other side of the stall's door.
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Yo, you
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good? Sweets asks.
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I burp,
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tasting acid as I hold back a coughing
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fit. All good in here.
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Then why did you run off?
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She crouches down, glaring at me through
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the gap beneath the door. Her
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makeup is dark and jagged and fucking
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scary. Last minute
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donations are big, you know that. That
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drama was playing great, and then you
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just dipped to cry in the bathroom? I'm
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not crying, I say. I
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don't give a shit, Sweets says,
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on all fours scowling now. If
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people think you were crying, you were crying.
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And if people think we are together, you
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being a pussy makes me look bad. Well,
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we wouldn't want that. No,
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we would not. Now get out here.
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I pull myself up. As I do,
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somebody comes into the bathroom. Must
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be a server or security because Sweets
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tells them to fuck right off. When
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I open the door and come out, Sweets
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is leaning against the granite sink countertop
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with both her arms and legs crossed. You
9:06
done with your existential crisis? We
9:09
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Before joining Bright House, Sweets was a 5'1
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mixed girl who made viral dance videos.
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Now she has her own makeup brand and a cosmetic
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surgery named after her. She
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looks like a demigod, although
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not a nice one. The light
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in the bathroom is hitting her skin just right.
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house. The
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night after Sweets chomped that girl's
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finger, we went out for burgers in
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a limo. Crammed into the back, that
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red tie still staining her chest, she
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wouldn't stop singing songs while Sam
12:12
Chaser threw french fries out the window. Later
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though, after we got back to the house,
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Sweets disappeared into the showers and stayed
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inside for an hour. Showers
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are a great escape because the bathroom cameras have
12:24
low definition so it can be hard
12:26
for patrons to tell them we're crying. I
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leave the bathroom and pass through the kitchen where the
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ready twins are sitting on the counter drunkenly
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answering questions over TikTok Live. They're
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two pretty boys who wear diamonds so big
12:38
that they have names. Until a month ago,
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you couldn't tell the twins apart, but the giant
12:43
bandage over Billy's eye has sort of fucked
12:45
with their aesthetic. Moving
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through the first floor to the staircase, I pass
12:50
the arcade room in sauna. On
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my way to the fire escape on the third floor, I
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go down a hallway lined with Eddie's rooms. Most
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everybody is outside but a few are in their
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rooms talking to patrons on camera, all
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using their second voices. A
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little higher for the girls? Always
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deeper for the boys. The
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fire escape has a lock on it, which sort of
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defeats the purpose, but Blackjack broke
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it a long time ago so he could chill
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out there on the roof. It's dark
13:19
up there, which is nice. Bright
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House earned its name because day or night,
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the lights never go out. Every
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corner of the building is perfectly
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lit for content. When
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Blackjack and I arrived here 20 months ago,
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we were guided through the main doors
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by a dozen dudes in black suits, white
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ties, and shoes so polished they reflected
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all the house's lights. The suits
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sat us down on a white couch in an all-white
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lobby. Bright House
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looks like the sort of modern mansion
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where the nastiest porn gets made. Its
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lobby has a chandelier the size of a Bugatti,
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which hung over us as the suits had us sign
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an eight-inch stack of papers. liability
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waivers and NDAs. The
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whole time I was positive that chandelier
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was gonna fall and crush us. I
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still worry about it sometimes. Blackjack
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just sat there on the couch looking
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dazed. Wearing his one
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pair of jeans that didn't quite fit anymore, his
14:19
hair needed a wash. We
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were one step above street rats and
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had just been given a spot at a house that
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turned out millionaires on a monthly
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basis. When the suits
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asked if we wanted to go pick out cars from
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a nearby dealership, Blackjack just
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swallowed and told him in a soft
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voice that he would like to see his room.
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I find Blackjack on the roof in his boxers
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with a gun in his lap. It's an engraved
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pistol the size of his head, which Blackjack
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mainly poses with in diss videos. The
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suits have warned him not to come up to
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the roof, but that's just a good
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way to make sure he keeps doing it. I
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have to walk carefully on my way over to him, because
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there is a lot of stuff that Eddie's, most
15:02
gone now, threw up from the lawn. Broken
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bottles, solo cups, bottle rockets,
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and the shattered upper half of a MacBook
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Pro. The black eye
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of his pistol watches my approach. As
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I sit down next to him, Blackjack
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passes me a wick's energy. The 30
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ounce can is warm. Its flavor
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labeled Tropic Nasty. I
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crack it open and swig down the salty mix of caffeine
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and alcohol.
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Mm,
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nothing as wicked as that first sip.
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This slogan is basically my catchphrase.
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In all official Bright House videos, we have to say
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it at least once. Blackjack
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only grunts, now looking over. He's
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a tall guy with a naturally thick
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build that's only gotten thicker from all his
15:50
weightlifting. Only his sad
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boy eyes, drooping and ringed
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with dark bags,
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conflict with his alpha aesthetic.
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What? Most people first notice about Blackjack
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is the scar on his face. A slash
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that starts beneath his left eye and runs
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across his lip to the right side of his jaw.
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When he smiles, it looks like a pair of scissors
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are opening. The scissors are closed
16:14
tight right now. Below
16:16
us the party continues. Loud and
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bright and full of motion. Someone
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bought Skilla a solid gold flamingo
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statue for her birthday, and she's sitting on it
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in short shorts while cameras flash from
16:27
every angle. Up here
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we are in the shadow of it all. You
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know what I hate? Blackjack says,
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holding up an empty can. Wix
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energy. This stuff tastes
16:40
like if piss could piss. I
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tense. Say anything
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in Bright House but never bad
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mouth a sponsor. No cameras.
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Not up here. Blackjack says like
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he's reading my mind. I
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go kind of hollow hearing
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this because what's
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the point of talking if no one's watching? Having
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spent my life getting patrons and building
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a brand, I've somehow become the
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human version of a tree falling
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in the woods. I wasn't always
17:13
like this. When Blackjack and I were
17:15
transplants from Atlanta, we would
17:17
sit up in our east side apartment and talk
17:20
bullshit for hours. We
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met on a forum when we were 12, six
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years ago, each hoping to become
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famous enough to one day be invited to an eddy
17:29
house. In the first few years,
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we made any kind of content we could
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while participating in rouse that only
17:36
had views in the double digits.
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After my first loss three years ago, which
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left me needing 20 stitches in my thigh,
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Blackjack poured whiskey on the cut in the alley
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behind the bar where it all happened. I
17:48
was so drunk that all I did was laugh. Things
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have changed since getting into Bright House. Since
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our names have filled magazine covers
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and patrons come crawling to us, our
17:59
brands have diverted.
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All the stories either of us make
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are vetted, manicured,
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and decided on by the suits, like
18:08
the beef between us right now. The
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numbers have been so good, crazy
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good, to the point that last week
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Blackjack's goons jumped me while I was leaving
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the Grove. And I'm fucking his fake
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girlfriend. We have avoided each
18:22
other, insulted one another, and crossed
18:24
every line our managers can suss out.
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It's gotten to the point that I have no idea
18:29
what part of me is playing a character and what
18:32
part is real. Did you
18:34
watch Nolan's last video? Blackjack
18:37
asks, which throws me off. I
18:40
haven't thought about Nolan for a hot
18:42
second. Why has he hung up on last
18:44
week's row when we have one coming up
18:46
tomorrow? Of course not,
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I say. Hearing Nolan's name
18:51
is strange. When he was alive everybody
18:54
knew him as us. When you're dead
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though, you're not a brand anymore.
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You're just
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a… Nolan.
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You shouldn't watch that kind of stuff, man. I
19:04
never look at the other Eddie's pages, especially
19:07
the dead ones. There is a whole
19:09
graveyard of us across the internet.
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It was this stream, Blackjack says,
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not listening. His eyes are golden
19:17
as he stares down at the lawn. Some
19:19
patron shouting leading up to our row. Nolan
19:23
was saying thanks to everybody who gave him five
19:25
bucks or more. He sat in the
19:27
lounge with the chandelier above him, blowing
19:29
kisses and calling out names for twenty minutes.
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The video is still up. He's still
19:35
giving those kisses. Blackjack
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lifts his pistol and aims it at the pine trees
19:39
across the way, which are filled with ravens
19:42
waiting to raid the buffet once the house
19:44
goes quiet. Did he like
19:47
all those names? He killed
19:49
for them. But who are they?
19:52
Like really? Who the
19:54
fuck are they? He
19:57
puts his finger inside the trigger guard and
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holds it there. You gonna shoot the
20:01
birds, man? I can go get
20:03
a camera." Blackjack screws
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up his face. The scissors
20:07
close tighter. He
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tosses the gun and lets it bounce down the
20:12
roof's slant. It almost goes over
20:14
the edge before sliding to a stop. Nolan
20:17
kept trying to get up, even
20:19
after his throat was... Like
20:22
if he just stood up. He
20:25
could get back to blowing those kisses on the
20:27
couch. Nolan kept trying
20:29
to get up.
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Shit.
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Blackjack is going through a gnarly
20:34
postgame. I had it once
20:36
too. After my first win by
20:38
Flatline, I spent the next three days
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in the arcade room playing centipede until
20:42
I had to take the machine apart just to get my quarters
20:45
back so I could keep playing. It's
20:47
been a week though. Careers are made
20:50
in a week. Names are earned and
20:52
lost. Blackjack needs to
20:54
move on. He scoots across
20:57
the tiles like he might be going for the pistol
20:59
but then just stops and rests his
21:01
elbows on his knees. After
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a second, he looks back at me as if he's expecting
21:05
me to say something. If this was
21:08
on stream, he'd be emoting hard
21:10
and I'd be making some face for the thumbnail. Only
21:13
Blackjack's expression is blank
21:16
and his eyes are glassy. And
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he says,
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I wanna go home, Danny. Do
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it.
21:23
I wanna say. Go home. You
21:26
don't need money. You don't need this. Only
21:29
once the cameras roll and the world sees
21:31
you, really sees you,
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leaving is not an option. Beyond
21:37
the money, beyond everyone knowing
21:39
the Danny West brand, beyond
21:42
my dad thinking of me as the family's patron
21:44
saint, it's being seen
21:46
that keeps me here. That keeps
21:49
all of us here. We aren't just
21:51
kids at Bright House. We
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are Eidolons. All I can
21:56
do is look back at Blackjack wanting more
21:58
than anything. for it to
22:00
be tomorrow, for our row to be over,
22:03
for us to be buds again. I
22:06
noticed something behind him, hidden beneath
22:08
a slightly upturned roof tile, a
22:10
tiny round camera lens. The
22:13
sight of it makes my chest go warm.
22:16
Thank God,
22:17
this is content after all. Wrapping
22:20
an arm around blackjack, I squeeze
22:23
him tight and put on my best smile.
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Man, we are home. The
22:30
staging room is a lonely place. It's
22:33
the next morning. I just wait in at 1.93. After
22:36
taking photos with fans on the red carpet inside
22:39
the convention center, I go to the staging rooms
22:41
alone. Staging rooms are quiet
22:43
places, with sound sealed walls
22:46
and low light. The one place
22:49
suits give us a moment to breathe. At
22:51
the center of the room is a circular table with
22:53
velvet inserts. Everything my
22:55
patrons bought from me lays on the velvet. I
22:58
stand over my hall, which is not great.
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What we wear into the hex is entirely funded
23:04
by patrons. The only free gear
23:06
is the mannequin, a four pound
23:08
metal glove with Kevlar stitching that protects
23:11
our dominant arm. The mannequin also
23:13
works as a weapon in a pinch. Everything
23:15
else, painkillers, weapons, replacements,
23:19
support, and armor, all
23:21
of it, bought by the people who love
23:23
me online. In the
23:25
center of the velvet is a 30 inch blade
23:28
with a hook bent along its snout, which
23:31
is my favorite weapon. The
23:33
knife comes in at around 75 grand
23:36
and looks exotic. Almost like something
23:38
a mall ninja would buy, but it is
23:40
a deadly motherfucker that can
23:42
hook ankles and yank shields. I
23:45
lift it up, sliding it through the air a few
23:47
times before looking back down at a silky
23:49
pair of gym shorts and two extra
23:51
strength painkillers. That's
23:54
it. I really should have done that brand
23:56
deal with the meal kit company. It's
23:58
still three minutes before... I go live. My
24:01
phone is full of tweets and DMs
24:03
but not a single text.
24:07
After I perform the breathing exercises Doc
24:09
Leiter taught me, I do ballistic and
24:11
static stretches. One
24:13
minute, I put on the mannequin,
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which is calming as the straps hug my arm,
24:18
and then I pop the painkillers before staring at
24:20
myself in the mirror. I'm eighteen,
24:23
but I've been told I look twice that. My
24:26
name is not Danny West.
24:29
Going to the brass doors on the far side of the
24:31
room, I nod to the plaque above them with
24:34
a Latin phrase stamped in some fancy font.
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Dissident in Luchem et
24:39
Fient duce. Two
24:42
thousand miles away, my dad and half-brother
24:44
are watching from above the deli. Matt
24:47
is probably sitting where I sat when I watched
24:49
my first row. I miss them.
24:52
Missed my old street. Missed not having
24:55
anything in my jean pockets and being hungry
24:57
for attention. Swinging
25:06
open the doors, I step out and imagine.
25:09
There are lights everywhere. Outless
25:11
cameras and waving arms. A tide
25:14
of screaming faces and stands below a black
25:16
appearing. My manager flanks
25:18
my left as I march towards the heck, flapping
25:21
my shoulders, yelling out steps that
25:23
I can hear and don't care about. Not at
25:25
this point. Other eddies stand
25:27
along the walkway. A few are bleeding
25:29
and concussed, but all of them are
25:32
glowing. Their rounds are over.
25:35
The arena is small today, just
25:37
for dooders. It stands,
25:39
hoisted thirty feet above the crowd with plexiglass
25:42
walls, giving perfect shots for the rotating
25:44
camera. I whooped and beat
25:46
my chest. The audience in this dance
25:49
doesn't matter. It's the cameras
25:51
we play for. Blackjack is already in
25:53
the hex. The dude is wearing an easy million,
25:56
maybe two.
25:58
His upper body is covered in plate armor.
25:59
sprayed golden while his face is
26:02
hidden behind a grid mask. He's
26:04
got his Japanese war hammer, a Kanabo
26:06
in his left hand, and a shield with razor-sharp
26:09
edges in his right. I'm naked
26:12
in comparison. My
26:14
style is loud and confident though, so
26:16
I keep it up. Normally I have
26:18
the money to drug myself up so I don't feel
26:20
cuts. Today though, everything
26:23
feels too real. I
26:26
jump against the glass and lick it before pulling
26:29
myself over the barriers and dropping into the
26:31
gray sand made of microns. We
26:34
sidle up, facing off
26:36
in the overhead lights. The
26:38
announcers call out our handles and patron
26:40
counts, welcoming the audience to an
26:42
official Eidolon. The digital
26:45
ticker on the far wall tells me 700,000 people are watching.
26:49
Not bad, but not great. We
26:52
can do better. There is a reason
26:55
the Eidolon Arena Association has
26:57
turned our sport into 21st
26:59
century America's favorite pastime.
27:02
Eidolon knows what people want. People
27:05
want heroes, heartbreak,
27:07
bad motherfuckers crashing into bad
27:10
motherfuckers and to never see
27:12
the same thing twice. Above
27:14
all, they want it to be real. All
27:17
of it. Blackjack and I begin
27:19
to circle, moving around the hex
27:21
and spiraling towards one another. It
27:24
gives us time to watch the others form, see
27:26
how each of us are moving today, and to
27:29
psych ourselves up. We come together
27:31
fast and
27:31
suddenly, making the crowd shriek. I
27:34
swing low because Blackjack has a samurai's
27:37
legs. He and I train together so
27:39
he knows my moves. He slips away and
27:41
takes a half-hearted swing at my head. I
27:43
duck and weave. We break apart and
27:45
come back together in short, violent frenzies.
27:48
Performances first. Gotta make a show
27:50
of it. Flashing, almost light. We
27:53
turn around and wave, double back and block.
27:56
It has to be fun. Until
27:58
the moment it is. I
28:01
can tell that for all his talk last night
28:03
Blackjack has moved on from his postgame
28:05
blues He's keeping his footwork clean
28:08
not letting me draw out while also trying
28:10
to reel me in he is fast
28:12
at Top form better
28:14
than me. I think about Nolan
28:17
about the blood Pumping from his neck
28:20
as he tried to raise his hand and give a thumbs
28:22
up as if the show could go
28:25
on I won't be like him
28:28
Getting in close my slash at Blackjack's face
28:30
mask Sparks fly the
28:32
sound is beautiful better than music because
28:35
it only comes once My
28:37
knife breaks but also manages to cut a
28:39
gouge out of his helmet big enough where
28:41
I can see one of his eyes Blackjack
28:44
shoves forward forcing my arm
28:46
and I slam against him hugging him not
28:48
letting him get enough leverage to use his club
28:51
We lean against one another taking
28:53
time to catch our breaths and look over the other
28:55
shoulder at the tickers The
28:57
row has almost three million views,
29:00
which is good
29:01
solid Nolan died
29:04
for half that if
29:06
we were smart we'd end it now Only
29:09
one in ten rows end with a flat line, but
29:11
I can see in Blackjack's eyes that he wants
29:14
to push this further Good
29:17
so do I if we're lucky
29:19
we might hit five million I Slipped
29:22
back he swings his club down grazing
29:24
the top of my hair at the weight of its draft slapping
29:27
my chin against my chest I Stumble
29:30
back as the club explodes into the sand
29:33
a camera flashes somewhere catches us just
29:35
right Hoping to get a cut in
29:37
before he recovers. I died forward only
29:40
my balance is off I miss and suddenly
29:42
his club is crashing against my ankle Pain
29:45
rockets through my leg like a new point off
29:47
inside my bones. I Stumble
29:50
just the wall and then I'm lying
29:52
in the sand holding my leg Blackjack
29:55
towers over me. I switched
29:58
to be judge. I'm trying to get him in a leg lock But
30:00
he jumps back. I roll legs
30:03
up and we swivel round and
30:05
round. We are at four
30:07
and a half million. Blackjack
30:10
swings. He connects with my knee. Something
30:13
shatters. The pain is enough to make
30:15
me tear up, but I grab the club
30:18
and use it to pull myself back to my feet.
30:20
My entire right leg is useless.
30:23
So I grip Blackjack tight and
30:26
use him to support myself. Call
30:29
it, he whispers. You
30:31
call it. I hiss at the
30:34
eye I can see. He shakes
30:36
his head in response. We
30:38
are not the two boys from the roof.
30:41
We are Blackjack and Danny West,
30:44
Eidolons with 13 million
30:46
patrons between us. I push
30:48
him off, doubling back to the wall, dragging
30:51
my leg and getting a new blade. There
30:54
are enough views to pay for it. My
30:56
manager says we can stop. I
30:58
probably have some fractures and can take
31:00
the loss. It will be my third loss
31:03
ever. I ignore him. Gripping
31:06
the new knife, I look back at Blackjack, hidden
31:09
in all that armor, with his club slung
31:12
over his shoulder. If I want
31:14
to win, I need to end this
31:16
before the painkillers wear off. We
31:19
circle again, closing the distance fast. I
31:21
throw all my weight forward with my one good
31:23
leg, lunging forward at least five feet.
31:26
I swing and my knife hooks with his club.
31:29
Blackjack is moving so fast that when I pull,
31:31
I bring him stumbling straight into me. When
31:34
I bring my blade into the soft slush of
31:36
his armpit between the plates of his armor, it
31:39
is for show. It is the last
31:41
part of our beef, the logical conclusion.
31:44
I have to move the point just right. I
31:47
have to move his weight and my leverage
31:49
to drive it deeper. He
31:51
tries to back away and I hold us together.
31:55
That one eye watches me and his knees
31:57
shake and slowly give
31:58
out.
31:59
Jack hits the floor. I can't hear the
32:02
crowd because I'm crying. There's
32:04
a dead body at my feet. My
32:08
friend. I can't let the
32:10
crowd see, so I cover my face and
32:12
act like I'm wiping away sweat. I
32:15
turn, wobble, and
32:18
fall into the sand. My
32:20
leg feels like it's on fire, like
32:23
my entire body is about to burst
32:25
into flames. Laying
32:28
there, I picture sitting in the apartment with my
32:30
dad, wrapped up in
32:32
a Winnie the Pooh blanket as we watch
32:34
a row on the old flat screen. My
32:37
dad was glued to his phone, but looked up long
32:39
enough during the weigh-ins to say, if
32:42
that boy's smile drops, he
32:44
is dead. Someone grabs
32:46
me and pulls me up. It's my manager.
32:49
He's shouting, laughing. I
32:52
don't understand why he's so happy until
32:54
I look at the ticker and see the
32:57
view count. 10 million.
33:01
There are 10 million concurrent
33:04
viewers. I
33:06
stare up at the cameras as they swivel, catching
33:08
every angle of my body, showing
33:11
the world Danny West.
33:14
And suddenly the tears streaming down
33:16
my cheeks aren't for blackjack.
33:20
I am smiling at my dad.
33:24
I hope you can see it.
33:33
Hidden Signal Eidolon is narrated by Ashton
33:35
Harold, written by Bentley Reese, directed by Lawrence
33:37
Sonelli, executive
33:40
produced by Rob Herding, Sandra
33:42
Yiling, and Xin-Yin Hee-Yoo, co-producers
33:46
Lawrence Sonelli, Sarah Ma and Tom
33:48
Brick, original score in
33:50
composition by Darren H. and
33:53
audio engineering and editing by Sarah
33:55
Ma.
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