Monday, August 22, 2005

the story of frank


ahhhhhh, frank. where do i begin? frank is this guy that i met at this club like 10 years ago, and hung out with him maybe once after that. he was a nice enough person, enjoyed things like drag queens and "josie and the pussycats"...anyhoo, one day i was talking to my main man kenny (who is also my boss) about frank, for some reason, and he said he knew a guy named frank that hung out at the same club at the same time. i remembered that i snapped a picture of frank, and told kenny that i would find it for him. well, like a million years later, i finally found the picture. i brought it into work, showed kenny, and he was like, "ha, i don't even know that guy!!!"

so we started hiding frank around the office for each other to find. "where's frank?" became the highlight of the day. we now take frank with us when we go places. ahhh, it's hard not to love his terrible sweater, his stupid peace sign pose, his blotchy face! my sweet, beloved frank. so, please enjoy frank playing hackeysack at bradfest '05.

2 comments:

flatlander said...

I also have a lost friend named frank. I have one photo of him and I skateboarding down the street in the middle of winter, many years ago. It's not the same Frank as your Frank, but I do hope to run in to him sometime again, because he was an improbable mutant soul brother.

Frank! Where are U?

mondo retro said...

the scary thing is, what if WE are someone else's "frank"?! like, they took a picture of us 10 years ago, and we have become this insaide joke, and they play "where's mondo?" or, "where's flatlander?" *shudder, shudder*

i wish i remembered my frank's last name, i want to find him and tell him how popular he is. of course, there is the small chance that he would put out a restraining order against me.

(scarily enough, on the radio just now some guy named frank just called in! MAYBE HE'S MY FRANK!!!!)