The Transporter Couch

Frank, whose actual name is Herschel Frank Connaly IV, was my BEST friend in my youth. We hung out together. We did everything together. He and I got drunk and stoned and accidentally drove onto an airfield and were …. reprimanded, but let go. He liked me. I liked him. He had a twin sister who was always steading his thunder. His dad I never knew. His mom was sort of offical and controlling but not without a sense of humor. His stepfather was a minister and he, too, was not without a sense of humor. He bore influence in my life.

Frank got married in ….. let’s say 1990. It didn’t last. It wasn’t going to. I could see it. When people marry under pressure it’s …just a waste of time, money and energy. It was a NICE wedding though! And a really nice party.

Frank went on to be an architect and I guess at some point he just grew weary of me. We drifted apart. Then his life fell apart (just as mine was taking shape) and we didn’t have much to talk about.

But I love you, Frank! When I was 17 years old you were the most important person in my life. I just want that on the record. I later had to learn the *I* am the most important person in my life but you helped me through some shit and stood by me. Thank you.