SO I been thinking alot about this and I remembered... When I was 14 me and my friends were at citywalk shopping and all that teen stuff and I saw some guy who was covered in tats and obviously very much older.

It turned out that he was 24... He was a tattoo artist named Frank, but I called him Frankie . He had an awesome house in NoHo and we did everything together. It was so much fun. I remember thinking maybe we could be together for a long time. Maybe even a year... He saw past our age difference and almost everything was too perfect.

He liked all friends, I liked all his friends. He had kick ass gigs in his back yard. He was my dream guy. He would call my house and my bro would pick up the phone and be a complete dick to him. He would talk shit and make empty threats and be dramatic.

I knew soon enough it would make him want to stay away...


Sure enough, I called his house and he would say shit like can you call me back and oh I am working or just crap that I knew wasnt true. He finally fessed up and told me it wasnt going to work out because he feared getting in trouble with the law and how it would affect his relatioship with his 5 yr old son...


We were "dating" for about 4 months and I still dont think Im over it...

I regret that I didnt convince him hard enough that my brother was too scared to ever call police, since he was dating a minor at the time as well...


I have thought about looking him up but...*Sighs*



Maybe I got this wrong again, the one who stayed away, hehe... I'll have to think harder next time I guess...



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