Joined: Sat Feb 02, 2008 6:39 pm Posts: 27 Location: Philadelphonic Gender: Male
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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Joined: Sun Oct 17, 2004 12:59 am Posts: 18643 Location: Raleigh, NC Gender: Male
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.
Joined: Mon Oct 18, 2004 10:59 am Posts: 9057 Location: Camden, NJ
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
_________________ Frank Parisan was my friend. He was my Camden Brudda. He will be missed
Joined: Mon Oct 18, 2004 1:03 am Posts: 24177 Location: Australia
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.
_________________ Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer. The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
Joined: Mon Oct 18, 2004 4:25 am Posts: 17123 Location: Maspeth, NY Gender: Male
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.
_________________ Gotta say it now.... better loud than too late.
Joined: Sat Mar 11, 2006 5:06 am Posts: 3146 Location: Orange County, California
Wow. This is so unbelievably sad.
_________________ I waited all day
you waited all day
but you left before sunset
and I just wanted to tell you
that the moment was beautiful
just wanted to dance to bad music
drive bad cars
watch bad tv
should have stayed for the sunset
if not for me
Joined: Sat Feb 02, 2008 6:39 pm Posts: 27 Location: Philadelphonic Gender: Male
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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Joined: Mon May 30, 2005 4:47 pm Posts: 3677 Location: Newfoundland Gender: Male
americanhoodlum01 wrote:
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.
Joined: Wed Oct 27, 2004 12:03 am Posts: 18376 Location: outta space Gender: Male
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.
frank.
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Man, they really will give anyone an internet connection these days.
Joined: Sun Oct 17, 2004 3:03 pm Posts: 26481 Location: virginia Gender: Male
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
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Joined: Sat Oct 16, 2004 11:54 pm Posts: 12287 Location: Manguetown Gender: Male
Frank, meu irmão!! Fuuuck, i cant believe. I've always dreamed of climbing the Rocky stairs with him.
Frank, meu irmão.
_________________ There's just no mercy in your eyes There ain't no time to set things right And I'm afraid I've lost the fight I'm just a painful reminder Another day you leave behind
Joined: Sat Oct 16, 2004 11:17 pm Posts: 13551 Location: is a jerk in wyoming Gender: Female
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.
Joined: Wed Oct 05, 2005 2:40 am Posts: 12509 Location: Pittsburgh Gender: Male
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
Love, Peter Mytych
_________________ "i'm the crescent, the sickle, so sharp the blade i'm the flick of the shank that opened your veins i'm the dusk, i'm the frightening calm i'm a hole in the pipeline, i'm a road side bomb..."
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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