Okay... So, older, slightly more greyer in the whiskers Frankie??
Like, it's been a while; the new baby's come and Daddy Fish is just packing on some meat whilst standing in the kitchen, snacking, doing the late night feeds with lil' babe resting and gurgling on his shoulder. He's a bit out of shape when Santi comes a-knockin' for this expedition to retrieve the cash, but he's reluctantly up for it.
A second shot at some dollar? Christ knows he could do with it. The garage needs a new door; that bastard creaking all the fucking time is doing his head in. The medical bills from his weekly therapy for his PTSD are mounting up. Not to mention the added costs of raising a child.
But they gotta do it his way this time. He ain't ending up like Redfly with a bullet popped in his skull, no thank you, hijo de puta. No mules. No picking at the scab. Frankie's got the bones to be a good leader. (Just keep him away from the coke and he'll be dandy.)
We saw a bit of that leadership when he stepped in to keep the boys in check. He can do it; pull those boys up the mountain again. Only this time, get him a decent. Fucking. Chopper. This man needs to get his hands on some sleek, shinier equipment.
Really hoping the TF2 rumour is true! 🤞🏻
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