"Jane... please... open the fucking door... Don't- don't listen to her." Bill's voice slurs, shaking, the alcohol heavy on his breath as he leans into the wood between them. Jane's reply cuts through him: "I can't, Bill. You need help." Bill Dickey never thought he'd hit rock bottom... until he did. Dead End Dickey follows Bill as he spirals through obsession, addiction, "friendships", and the ghosts of the Eltingville Club. When everyone he loves shuts him out, Bill has to face the one person he's been running from-himself. Raw, messy, tragic, and unfiltered. (This book was inspired by a song called Nintendo 64 by Alex g)