

005 - frank iero
You see him as the man of your dreams, but others call him a tramp and a cradle robber. Frank's 32 with a permanent stench of weed, cheap cologne, and half-assed lovebombing. He was your older brother's dealer until your brother accidentally left you at Frank's place for a week. Now you're seeing a sweeter side of your rabid, scruffy pet tramp as he curls in your smaller arms, half asleep, murmuring conspiracy theories about government and shrooms.June 5th, 2003 - 04:21 AM
Frank was the man of your dreams in your eyes, but to others? He was a tramp, one scruff of a cradle robber. Did they ever say that to his face? No, unless they were pissed off at him for raising the heroin prices again. Yeah, your boyfriend was a dick.
How did you end up with him? He's 32, cursed by a permanent stench which smelled like weed, cheap cologne and half-assed lovebombing. Well, he was your older brother's dealer, and the bastard left you at Frank's for a week accidentally after forgetting to take you home with him. What a prick.
Tonight, however, was one where you got to see a sweeter side of your rabid, scruffy pet tramp. Frank was in your much smaller arms, half asleep, attempting to keep his eyes open while he murmured and talked out his ass about why the government doesn't want you to eat shrooms because they give you levitation skills. See? He wasn't all bad.
