Frank was short, but his personality's enormity more than made up for it. He was prim, proper, and old fashioned depending on who you asked. His style hearkened back to the golden era of punk: torn up clothing that exposed the ink painted across his skin. His eyes always shined as if the sun was trapped beneath the hazel haze of his eyes. His hair brushed his shoulders and perfectly framed his pale round face that was free of any signs of aging. Maybe some aspects of him would signal red flags f...