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The hustle and bustle of the up and coming bands stormed New York City in 1990's, mostly coming in from Seattle or California, and Gerard, well, he got whisked away by it. One thing lead to another and here he was, living in New York as best he could with anxiety that went through the roof and the one thing keeping him sane was his bedroom fire escape and a pack of Marlboro's.
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The music scene boomed and swirled around Frank and he couldn't get enough. He threw himself into new projects, new sounds, heartbreak, and of course a horrendous gash just below the knee but nothing, absolutely nothing compared to the time he broke into his neighbours apartment one fine evening.