I used to think if i could realize I’d die Then I would be a lot nicer Used to believe in a lot more Now I just see straight ahead That’s not to say I don’t have good times But as for my days I spend them waiting If I didn’t know any better, I’d say someone or something were watching me from above. It seems, when my esteem as a writer is evaporating, a symbol of some sort stumbles back into my life. That symbol just happens to go by the name of The Frank Man. I met Frank back in 2005 at the University of Texas, Pan American. We both attended the Creative Writing Institute that summer – he as a grad…