Love, lament and light guns. The three things that Eddie Powell knows very little about. But, over the course of four years, four summers and four conventions, this later-day loser will come into contact with hipsters, nerds, the most loveable asshole, joy, heartbreak and the Melon of Chance. Will anything be actually learned from this tale of no adventure? I don't know, but my gut says maybe.
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