I’m writing this because you are going to be a mess. I know you, Frank. You have a poet’s heart but a big dope’s head. You’re going to think there’s no point, and you’re going to drink too much and think that life beyond us is a big hole. Well, guess what? It is. Life is a big hole, unless you fill it with things, people and experiences and stuff. And that’s what you need to do. So, be sad for a bit. You should be. I was great!
