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This one, they called The Crying Man.
it was simple really. Frank would get into his best suit, then rumple himself up a bit. He'd go into the city, and wait until there was a bit of a rush, then he'd stumble from a buildin, crying his eyes out. not in a hysterical or comical manner, but real heart felt, soulful tears. he'd think of his grandfatehr or the fact that we all die someday. this was his method. and he'd wander around a bit, crying his eyes out, and occasionally reach out for someone to give him a hug. somethines someone would. now, sine these were real tears and since normally the fact that someone moved enough by this is probably a person with real emmotions, well- they'd start to cry too. and as they asked him what was wrong, he'd never answer. Frank would just stand there on a busy street crying and hugging a complete stranger, drawing a small group of onlookers. and when he'd finally stopped crying, he'd compose himself and walk. without ever saying a word.
Frank and Joe were giving people stories to tell. In thieir own twisted little way, they were doing a good thing.