Aces High
Eddie Kasbrak has a simple life. He runs a successful flower shop down town, has a impressive collection of antique coins and if he’s lucky, will have a date from the cute owner of the record store across the street. Yes, everything is easy, predictable and more importantly, safe.
That is until he’s at his bank, making a deposit and tumbles face first into a heist. In the havoc of it all one of the robbers bust his face open with the butt of his 12 gauge. Bleeding onto his pressed shirt he contemplates his last words, looking down the double barrel he decides that it had been a good life. It looks bad, that is until the other robber yells, “Are you fucking stupid? That’s Eddie Kaspbrak! Do you want to die?”
“Shit! I didnt know-he looks different!” The gun lowers and a look of terror fills the robbers eyes. Eddie is gaping, watching the two stumble over their words, apologizing over and over. “Don’t tell Mr. Tozier.” He pleads, “Please! It’ll be our heads!”
They couldn’t possibly mean-“Tozier? Do you mean Richie Tozier?” Eddie hadn’t seen that four eyed, lanky limbed boy since he had ditched Derry that one especially cold September night. A shiver runs down his spine just as the two nod. “Wh-what the fuck?”
The thieves run out in a hurry, leaving a confused and terrified Eddie on the bank floor. There were so many questions,
Why were those men so scared?
How did they know his name?
And most importantly, what in the hell did Richie have to do with it all?









