Jake Brown
Autobiography
It all began on a cold night in January, back in 51. Snow fell, covering the Berkshire Mountains like a white down quilt. Inside a small cottage trimmed with icicles, a young woman and man held each other beneath a quilt of their own. Little did they know, in a few short months, Hell would break loose in the form of a son. As a boy I stood watch at the forts I built and fought imaginary Indians. Later in life, I fought off wolves and learned to live with ghosts. There was a stream in the back yard, deer in the...more
