What can I say...the 1st time I met Jake, he was on my lawn, and was a cute, quiet, shy, guy dressed in dark vintage clothing....it was surely 1985. Even though Jake grew up on a pig farm in Harrisburg, OR (he would never forgive me for telling that bit) He was purely different. I soon began to be friends with Jake, and that meant getting to know his absolutely hilarious sense of humor....Jake became my best friend, through the hardest years of my adolescence, growing up together, suffering together, and confiding in each other. We knew everything about each other every day for years and years afterward, and passed many a good times, and terrible times. He knew every secret of my suffering, and consoled me many a nights....teen angst, we survived it together.