This is a “Guest Post” of sorts. Everything below this italicized paragraph was written by Daniel Bane Cooper. He wanted to share his story and was having difficulty finding a venue to do so. He finally posted it to Facebook only to have it deleted, so I volunteered to post it here. I am doing so, completely unedited, without comment and haven’t even read the story myself at this point. I take no sides, take no vouch for the tale’s truth, and have never even met Daniel or anyone else mentioned in the story itself. I’m just providing a venue. Comments of any sort are welcome and will not be moderated (beyond spam control). I do not know if Daniel will choose to come to this post to answer any questions, but if any are left for him I’ll be sure to let him know.
This is not an easy story to tell. There are a lot of reasons I am telling it and a lot of why it has taken me so much time to decide to do it. I am very far from a perfect person. There is not one part of me that doesn’t recognize a big part of this whole thing could have been avoided had I made better decisions. Part of it was also inevitable. This is nowhere close to how I wanted my time in NH to be, but at the end of the day it is the truth and hopefully someone can not have to learn the lessons the way I did. People also have a right to know the people they are around, good and bad.