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.