*deep eye roll*
Now don't get it twisted, I'm not mad at Mr. Lucas for finding a way to keep the gravy train rolling. Shoot, if they're cutting checks just to regurgitate the same stories then by all means have at it. It's just a small part of my conscious isn't so sure how much we should continue glorifying his lifestyle considering we're smack in the middle of a recession. Cause not for nothing, there are way too many desperate folks already out here trying to turn a dollar into 15 cents. Okay?
But I'm getting old, and my nerves are bad so perhaps that's just me...
And to be fair, ultimately the NYP's write-up does make it seem like Frank is very remorseful of the long term impact that the heroin boom had on folks in Harlem. You know in between, detailing all the negroes he punked, broads he smashed and dollars he tossed away cause he had it like that. But I digress... The important thing is that nowadays instead of slinging Blue Magic, Frank is producing music with his son, Frank Jr. while working on a non-profit for inner-city kids with his daughter, Francine.
*cues the shiny happy music*
Aww! Don't you love a redemptive happy ending? Well almost...
Last month, Francine's mom and Lucas' "soul mate" and wife of more than 40 years, Julie Farriat, was busted on drug-trafficking charges in Puerto Rico.
DEAD FISH EYES