Well Frank settled down in the Valley and hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead.
oops...
Idiot.
His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash made good bloody marys kept her mouth shut most of the time.
How 'bout a drink.
And just the right time of the month for the blood, too.
One night Frank stopped at the Shell station, he got a gallon of gas drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it, parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn, all Halloween orange
