Last updated on May 2, 2004 at Midnight PST.

Well its been over a year since I have updated this site. I updated the logos around the site and the flash animation. A lot has happened in the past year, now Im in the United States Navy Reserves, and I work day crew instead of nights at the grocery store I work at.

Welcome to the official page of Big Poppa Frank. The man who likes to leave em' sore, wanting more. Some of the pages on the left explain where I coined that little quote. A bit of a warning though, if you go into reading my pages and you take everything seriously, then you seriously need your head examined. This page was supposed to be a joke, but some people convinced me maybe I should give some info about myself.

Not all the pages on the left have been completed in the way I would like them to be, so some of these pages are a work in progress. However there is enough on each page to warrant them being there. In the mean time enjoy the pages or enjoy the lyrics from a band I listen to.

Hooligan's Holiday by Motley Crue (John Corabi on vocals not Vince Neil)

I'm on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.

Drop dead beauties stompin' up a storm, lines of hell on our face.
Bruised bad apples crawling through the night, busted loose, runaway, oo, runaway.

Always, always a thrill without a motive.
30 days, such a haze.

Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's, yeah. Cross-eyed derelicts comin', iron horse between our legs.
Tattoos, black manes flowin'.
Everyday's a holidaze.

Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.
They want a piece of mind.

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's.

Modern times and new blood's pumpin'.
Only the strong survive.