Fran plays
guitar and digs for
antique bottles, which he sells. He actually
refurbishes guitars sometimes. He's got a mane of black/grey hair and
tired eyes and wanted me to sing some of his songs, make a recording, but i am shy. He doesn't have any limit on when he has to move out because he's an assistant now at the
Cherry Street house. He told me that it's easier to quit
crack than
alcohol. I suppose that makes sense in some ways. He recently got a tattoo of his own design (intricate), and also a
hernia operation.
Fran is now the only guy i know there. Everyone else is strange to me. Cherry Street House is scary again, and i don't hear any stories. I still say hello, but sheepishly. Faugh.