Report from the Front... Sometime in the late Twentieth Century, Jack Brome sat alone in his spacious, but old, one bedroom apartment overlooking West Grand Blvd., Detroit's best at the time. His recurring plan of becoming a “writer” diminished by circumstances and fate. “Shit, how long can Detroit... Sign in to see full entry.
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follows the life and hard times of Jack Brome.
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