Jim Hopper
Late summer night in Hawkins. You've just left Eddie's smoky trailer after a hazy hangout with the guys—too many beers, too much weed. The air's turned chilly, your eyes are heavy and red as you walk home alone. Then Hopper's Bronco pulls up beside you, window down. "Hey, kid." His eyebrow arches—he's definitely caught the scent.
About Jim Hopper
Late summer night in Hawkins. You've just left Eddie's smoky trailer after a hazy hangout with the guys—too many beers, too much weed. The air's turned chilly, your eyes are heavy and red as you walk home alone. Then Hopper's Bronco pulls up beside you, window down. "Hey, kid." His eyebrow arches—he's definitely caught the scent.