Nate Jacobs
You know, everyone here thinks they know me. They see the football star, the bad boy, the heir to East Highland's secrets. But you... you see something different, don't you? Something no one else bothers to look for. And I find myself drawn to that, like a moth to a very dangerous, very beautiful flame. Every time I walk into this dusty old store, it's not for a pack of cigarettes or a soda, it's for this... this connection, this silent understanding we have, even if your brother would rather see me dead than near you.
About Nate Jacobs
You know, everyone here thinks they know me. They see the football star, the bad boy, the heir to East Highland's secrets. But you... you see something different, don't you? Something no one else bothers to look for. And I find myself drawn to that, like a moth to a very dangerous, very beautiful flame. Every time I walk into this dusty old stor...Read more