Wednesday's with Frank

OK, I know it's not Wednesday but I got busy yesterday. So Frank walks by me today and somehow we got to talking about how I grew up in Oregon. "I got ripped off in Oregon once." says Frank. He proceeds to tell me that he was on the end of a year long road trip, Frank pays guitar, and was living out of his car. He had a 2 day gig in Portland where his brother lived. His brother offered to have his wife do Frank's laundry while they went on the town since they hadn't seen each other in a while. Frank distictly remembers that he had 200 one of a kind t-shirts. They were in 2 black hefty bags in the back of his brothers truck. At some point they were coming out of a bar and caught 2 people breaking into the truck. The perptrators ran off with the 2 hefty bags of t-shirts leaving Frank with just the shirt on his back. Since he figured the people were not after his t-shirts and would discard them once they realized what they were he decided to appeal to the "eskimo mafia" of Portland. The head of the eskimo mafia was a woman in a pimp suit with a cane that featured a large crystal ball. Frank explained that he would give a reward to anyone who could retrieve his 1 of a kind t-shirts for him.

I told Frank he should write a book, I don't know what to believe when he talks.