Fran plays guitar
and digs for antique bottle
s, which he sells. He actually refurbish
es 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
. I suppose that makes sense in some ways. He recently got a tattoo of his own design (intricate), and also a hernia
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.