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PostPosted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 3:37 am 
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this is terrible :(

it was a honor to meet him in camden.

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i will be doing screen prints of the message boards and and private messates and emails for his parents to read and i will contact his brother (who is more computer savvy to create an ID and check this out) my goal is for his parents and brother to see an overwhelming response of the people who cared about him. i hit the phone all after noon to get people to come out to the service on wednesday.

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I hope he's at a great gig in the sky. I enjoyed joking around with Frank and hope his family recovers quickly and perhaps draws closer because of this tragedy.

This is awful :(


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i dont even know what to say

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guys I had a pretty drunk and fun time tonight at a super bowl party and I feel like shit for it.

i cant believe frank is gone. i dont think ill be abel to listen to no code for a very long time. one night we had a 40 something PM discussion about why he loved it so much.

i really feel like my brother has left me

im about to cry

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i've just been sitting here listening ti bob dylan's every grain of sand. frank loved the song, we'd pm'd about it.

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Like I posted in another thread, I never knew Frank as well as others on this board did. But the man was good to me everytime we chatted. It's a shame I never got to meet him in person.

I will be listening to No Code tonight in his honor.

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Wow. This is so unbelievably sad.

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here's a couple short stories frank wrote back around 2000-2001 when he was at montgomery county communinty college i found them here: http://www.mc3.edu/aa/realities/realities.pdf

SHELLS
“What a beautiful twilight!”
“Yeah. Beautiful.” He rolled his eyes and slightly shook his head as he
looked all around. The sun was slowly fading, which caused layers of different
shades of red to appear upon the horizon. The deep blue ocean sat
calmly below it.
May kicked off her sandals onto the back seat of Jack’s car, and sand
scattered across the seat and floor.
“Watch it! For Christ’s sake, I just vacuumed my car out yesterday.”

“Well, pardon me,” she snapped back. “Why would you bring me to the
beach if you’re worried about sand anyway?”
“Because this beach means a lot to me, and we’ll probably never come
here again.”
May offered a partial nod. Barefoot, she walked towards the shoreline.
She had just clipped and filed her toenails the day before.
While waiting, Jack lit a cigarette and replaced the sneakers on his feet
with his sandals. When they came to the very same place last summer, he
ruined an expensive pair of sneakers by wearing them on the beach. Though
it did not bother him then, he took precaution to make sure it would not
happen again.
A few minutes later, May walked back to the car and looked at Jack, who
stood expressionless, staring toward the descending sun.
“So are we just going to stand here until dark or what?”
“Leave it to you to ruin such a tender moment.” He threw his cigarette
to the ground and watched as she raised her eyebrows at him.
“Don’t get all pissy with me,” she told him.
“Okay. Let’s walk.”
He gently took her by the arm and guided her down the sand, walking
parallel to the boardwalk. He heard tiny waves crashing and smelled the salt
water. The taste of the previous summer evaded him entirely, though.
“What a year,” he whispered to himself.
“What?”
He breathed out of his nose and told her what he said.
“We had fun, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, we did. But, uh…I think…I don’t understand what happened.
Everything was going so well, but then all of a sudden it just soured.”
She stopped walking and turned towards him. “I don’t want to fight
again. Is this why you brought me here?”
“Yeah, I brought you here to fight. Look—there are some things we
gotta straighten out, and it’ll probably end up in a fight. But we have to
clear the air. I can’t live like this anymore.”
“Live like what? I told you that we’re better off as friends. You know
why.”
“No I don’t ! You have never given me a real reason—a real reason—and
all I’m left with is a bunch of questions. Why can’t you just be straight up
with me for once? Just say it!”
“You know, you got a lot of guts. All those times I asked you what you
were thinking—what did you say? ‘Some things are better left unsaid.’”
“That’s true in some instances. But unlike you, I always told you how I
felt about us. Always. I was, at all times, completely honest with you about
that. And anyway, what was your favorite saying? Oh, yeah, I remember
now: ‘A woman’s heart holds many secrets.’ What a crock of horseshit!
That’s just a cop-out to avoid telling me the truth!”
“Why are you playing these games with me? Head games!”
“Me?”
His scream echoed so far that a flock of seagulls hundreds of yards away
scattered at the auditory attack. She looked him in the eyes and, after what
seemed to Jack like an hour of silence, spoke.
“I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry I want to be
with—“
May noticed a collection of seashells lying in the sand, and they immediately
took precedence over Jack and their conversation. She ran over to
where they rested and dropped to her knees.
“Jack, look! Look at all these pretty shells.”
He let out another deep sigh and turned towards the big body of water.
He wondered how deep it went and if the creatures that inhabited it could
fathom such conflict.
The red summer sun had disappeared, and the many hues it produced
were replaced by various shades of blue. The contrast between the shades
sent shivers down Jack’s spine, and he got goose bumps when a cool wind
blew his hair back from his forehead.
Meanwhile, May was sequestering all of the seashells, separating them
into two distinct groups. She threw many of them into a pile about a foot
from her and placed the ones she felt justified in saving right beside her.
The far accumulation grew larger by the second.
“You know, some little girl on vacation with her parents probably collected
them today and forgot them, and now you are taking all her mementos.”
“I’m not taking all of them,” May replied. “Just the really pretty ones.
Besides, if she forgot them, then they aren’t hers. Are they?”
“Whatever.” Jack cracked his knuckles and wondered what she was
going to say just before she saw the bunch of shells. He had convinced himself
a while back that everything she hid was to protect him from getting
hurt. Jack stared at May, and when their eyes met, she quickly looked away.
“Katie is going to love these,” she said as she tirelessly scanned the
seashells like an old woman at a supermarket looking for the freshest fruit.
“Aw—how is your sister doing, anyway? I haven’t seen her in a while.”
“Oh, she’s so adorable. She starts school in two months. Do you
believe it? All the boys are going to love her. She is such a natural beauty.”
“There you go again…”
Jack’s voice disappeared into thin air, unnoticed by May. He decided to
save his breath and aborted his response.
“Do you even know what was in those seashells at one time? You know,
they do serve more of a function to some creatures than admiration.”
“No, I don’t. Excuse me for not being as smart as you.”
“That’s not what I meant. You know—you always do that. You make
yourself out to be stupid to make me feel bad. I don’t think you’re stupid.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Jack looked towards the heavens once more. The sky had now faded to
a deep black, and he could hardly believe that just an hour ago such brilliant
red filled the sky.
“There,” May declared as she stood up. “I separated the best ones.
Don’t you want to see them?”
Jack turned and walked towards the two batches. The one she stood
above was infinitely smaller than the abandoned pile to his right.
“To tell you the truth, I can’t see the difference between the shells in
your pile and the shells in the other one.”
“Of course you can’t. Anything to be difficult. And you say I play head
games.”
They looked at each other, and he rubbed the corners of his open mouth
as she shot him a look that Medusa would have envied.
“I’m going back to the car to get a box to put these in, and then we’re
going home. It’s dark out already.”
“Fine,” he said as she walked to the car.
Jack looked at the two piles and clenched his fists. Suddenly he began
stomping on the seashells May had gathered. By the time he finished, there
were no ‘seashells’ left; what May had left in the sand now looked like a disintegrated
block of concrete. Jack, breathing heavily, looked down at the
destruction he had caused and wore a devilish smile.
May returned two minutes later and immediately saw what Jack did.
“Oh my God! Why did you do this?” She began crying and buried her
head in her hands. “Why, Jackie, why?”
“You can have your pretty boy, baby. I don’t want you anymore.”
Jack walked to the shoreline so his feet could feel the tide. He stopped
when the cold ocean water encompassed both of his sandals.
“This will be my last time here,” he said to himself out loud. “But there
are other oceans.”
Jack let out one last sigh and stared at the black and blue. His chest
protruded outwards. He only cared to look at the deep water in front of him
and not at that so shallow which receded behind him.
Frank Parisan



THE COUPLE
Hand in hand, they entered through the front door. The loud crowd did
not even notice them as they strolled to the deserted, low-lit side of the
establishment. Rick laid a crisp, clean, twenty-dollar bill on the bar while
Dolores released his hand and walked to the ladies’ room. Randy looked
over, saw the money sitting still on the brown, wood counter, and nodded in
Rick’s direction. Their drinks would be ready in less than a minute.
When Dolores returned, she saw two drinks sitting on a small, square
stand near the tavern’s pool table. As she walked over to pick up her red
beverage, Rick squatted and placed two quarters in the slot. His crouching
position and the smoke from the patrons that enveloped him rendered Rick
momentarily invisible. Dolores turned her head back and forth until she saw
him rise. His appearance, simultaneous with the sound of the balls rushing
to the end of the pool table, gave her two reasons to smile.
As she walked to the opposite wall, Rick watched as her derriere shook
back and forth like a pendulum swinging on a chain. Her natural flow
seemed part effortless and part deliberate; when she turned around and
walked back—-cue stick in hand—not one set of male eyes concentrated on
anything but her.
Rick leaned on the end of the racked pool table, his chalked cue resting
against the wall. Dolores frowned after inspecting the tip of her cue; so she
began chalking it. She firmly but slowly turned her hand around the tip. Her
long fingers dwarfed the cue, making it appear to be the length of a miniature
model. Then she clumsily layered her right hand with rosin, and proceeded
to smooth out the top six inches of the cue. She slid her four fingers
and thumb up and down the tip while rotating the stick with her left hand.
After thirty seconds of stroking, Dolores felt satisfied with her cue and
winked at Rick. The game was about to begin.
Dolores moved to the head of the pool table and slid the cue ball to the
little black dot on the green felt. Rick stood behind her as she leaned over
the table and positioned the stick six inches from the cue ball. She tried to
concentrate, but the smell of her drink saturated her air. Taking a deep
breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, opened them, and slammed the
cue ball with all her force. The balls spread across the table, and as the fifteen
game balls all came to respective halts, the cue ball continued rolling—
directly into the right corner pocket.
She pulled the cue ball out of the cubbyholes and placed it in Rick’s outstretched
hand. After the ball had left her hand, she lightly dragged her fingers
across Rick’s and smiled at him. He smiled back and placed the cue
ball behind the imaginary line associated with the black dot.
After scanning the table for the best shot, he looked over at Dolores and
saw her trying to take a sip of her drink. She was looking across the room
and could not quite get her lips around the straw. She stuck her tongue out,
and it wiggled as it tried to position the straw towards her lips. Eventually
the straw came home, and she sucked some of the drink into her mouth.
Dolores swallowed the gulp with the straw still between her lips, then turned
to put the drink on the table. As she did, a drip spilled from the straw and
landed on her blouse. She sighed and began rubbing her chest with her fingers
in a circular motion, futilely hoping the stain would disappear. Dolores
looked over at Rick, and he in response quickly focused his attention towards
the shot he was about to attempt.
The music in the tavern was loud, and the rhythm guided Rick as he
worked his way around the table. Shot after shot, he was sinking the striped
balls both gently and with force, depending on the difficulty of the shot.
Dolores watched the master of the domain; no one in the bar had ever beaten
him, so week after week the couple played each other. That was just fine
with them both.
After sinking all seven high balls, Rick set himself up with a straight shot
on the eight ball. He leaned, lowered his head, and tapped the cue ball with
his stick. It rolled a foot, kissed the eight ball, and the black ball rolled into
the pocket. However, he had hit the cue ball too high, and it proceeded to
follow the black ball down the tubing. The game ended, and Dolores was
the victor.
Rick walked over to his girlfriend and hugged her. She pulled her head
away from his chest and looked at him, then ran her fingers through her
long, curly, brown locks. He kissed her soft lips and looked into her eyes.
“Let’s go home,” he offered. She grabbed him by his hands and led him
as they hastened towards the front door. With over ten dollars sitting on the
bar counter and two half-full drinks sitting on the table, the couple exited,
hand in hand. Randy would be getting a good tip tonight, and not another
soul touched the pool table for the rest of the evening.
Frank Parisan

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i will be doing screen prints of the message boards and and private messates and emails for his parents to read and i will contact his brother (who is more computer savvy to create an ID and check this out) my goal is for his parents and brother to see an overwhelming response of the people who cared about him. i hit the phone all after noon to get people to come out to the service on wednesday.


If you're going to do that, you may want to edit my post a bit as I think I dropped an F-bomb and made reference to the running joke about Frank's manhood. It's probably no big deal, but I don't know how his family would take it.


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i don't know what to say. i've been sitting here 15 minutes. frank RIP, you have been and will be missed. if his family's reading this, know this board wasn't the same without him, and a lot of people here care about him because he made our days at work, doing homework, in class better with his posts. i hope we returned the favor. he was a good man.

:peace: frank.

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the only time i met frank, he was crazy as hell, but he was the kinda guy who made sure i was having a good time at every minute, even though i was shy as hell and pretty overwhelmed by all the RM/internet people i was meeting in person, and he did the same for everyone. he seriously seemed to care more about everyone else having a good time then himself.
i cant believe this :cry:

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:peace:

Frankie.

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Frank, meu irmão!! Fuuuck, i cant believe. I've always dreamed of climbing the Rocky stairs with him.

Frank, meu irmão.

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Eric, thanks very much for posting the stories of Frank's you found.

And to anyone in Frank's family or life who may read any of this, Frank will be missed by everyone here. Seems he was such a great guy that the people here who never met him didn't even need to- I think everyone feels his absence.

like I told him in PM the last time he posted- I miss you, babe. :heartbeat:

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wow...

frank was an amazing person. he struggled a lot of the time with a lot of things, but somehow was still able to be one of those few people out there today that is genuinely a nice person...i remember him calling me his "little brother" all the time...I told him one day I would come visit him at the pizza place he worked at a few years ago, but I never ended up meeting him. I called him and talked to him a few times about stuff, but other than that, we mostly conversed on the internet. For probably the hundreds of hours I've spent on RM and things related to it, he is the one thing that I will remember the most. Hell, I have conversations that we've had together online saved, because the helped me so much. He was such a giving person and really did have a genuine care for others. His open personality and ability to always be up for a laugh or some crazy joke made him a fun guy to know (at least as much as we knew him here on RM.) It's kind of amazing, that someone who I have in my phone, that I consider a friend whom I talked to on a regular basis is gone. And the circumstances make it all the worse. I'll always remember him for his hate of everything Ten and Vs. He was just purely and great hearted man, and will surely be missed. But let us not dwell on his passing, rather, let us remember the times we had with him and remember him for the great person he was. He will always be with me.

I'll miss you bro

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this is awful. he was so friendly, funny, wild and sensible.
we missed you already, now we'll miss you always.
rest in peace :peace:

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I'm not usually involved in GD, but frank was such a great guy who shared my passion for neil young, among other artists, and was extremely supportive when i posted the article on neil that got published in an academic journal. he was a great part of this board, and i'm gonna miss him. life is so sad sometimes.

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