When i stepped off the plane into the US i needed a place to crash. Thank god Frank let me crash in his Hell's Kitchen pad, which was way cool. Gotta love New York and its rent controlled apartments. If yu gotta be anywhere it shoudl be somewhere where the action was. I met Frank when I was in Mykonos, 2 years ago with Michael, Sumner, and Joseph.
Anyway, here's to the New Yorker with a warm heart. He took me in, cooked, and bought the food. we stayed up most of the night and talked early in the morning. Hope you come visit buddy !
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