Frank was the best friend I ever had. He let me live with him rent free for over a year when I was a 15 year old runaway. I lived with him and his douchebag roomate, Gabe. I ‘m not sure if your dates are right about Sonya meeting him in 1996? He had died in 1995 or 1996. I can’t remember an exact date but I know that doesn’t make me a lousy friend. When they told me he died I wanted to fall to the ground and stop breathing. I had left him to go to Lake County. I had let him go to New York. It was my fault. He would have stayed if I had not left. He would be alive. Interesting fact most people don’t know about Frank is he believed in the bible and he is a christian. If you never really knew him well…you wouldn’t know that. Another thing is, I met him after 1990 and his voice sounds a whole hell of a lot different than he did when I knew him. He had a nice voice but a thick thick accent. His front teeth were missing and made it worse. I loved his voice.

Letter to Sonya

Sonya, I put this site together in order to find out what happened to my good friend Frank Hobbs. I knew him in Portland Maine where we grew up, and we both moved to San Francisco at the same time, so we were friends a long time.

The artist Fly had to go to the morgue and identify Frank’s body. I have never heard a word about any funeral or wake. Fly told me that they all have Depression Day and read Frank’s Poetry on the anniversary of his beating.

Frank was beat to death by a bouncer that Frank was arguing with. Frank was selling his ‘zines on the street, and the bouncer did not want him near his door. Frank went on how the street was public space, and then the bouncer beat Frank in the public space. He died on route to the hospital. He had a weak heart.

Do you have any of Frank’s poetry, photos, or art you could add here?

Frank I miss you

Hi my name is Sonya.I met Frank in berkely by riding my bike all the way from oakland where I used to live. the month was march 1996. frank came up to me,and we hit it off. I fell in love with him as the months went by. we saw cable guy when it first came out. I had a awsome time every time I would come and see him. He had a cat and taught it to fetch a milk cap that was cool. When Aug came and told me he was going to New york for two weeks. I told him I will miss you. I was looking forward in seeing him again later in the month of Aug. When I got page later in Aug I thought it was him saying he is home now. but it was not the case. Gabe the roommate says Frank had drug over dose and died.I thought it was some kind of joke that his roommate  gabe was playing a joke. than he says to call me back I will call the person who told them that. So I did.and when I did it was true. I was heart broken.For a very long time I was sad and very depressed. Than someone I saw one of his friends smily and I can’t belive he got beat up. so I was confuse. I did not know what was true untill now. when I found this site. Now I know the truth. I sure do miss him. I hope where he is at he is doing his poetry and doing well.To his roommate gabe I am sorry that I did not call and find out if that was going to be awake or a funneral. I was so out of it when I found out the he died it was too much for me to handle. please forgive me. so was there a funneral? and if so where is he buried at? was there a awake? sorry it took me so long to do this.  

J.E.Moores reads Frank’s Depression to 5 year old daughter.

NEW YORK DOLL

Look into the broken eyes of a whore,
watch the ghetto inside her soul
offer you a bullet
for asking her name.
Spend some time in her arms,
listen to her voice filled with talk of
death, drugs and distant dreams.

Give her $20.
Then send her back into the city street.

Frank’s Depression - Poetry

Frank and I made a bunch of tee shirts and stickers with the help of Beth Blood’s silk screening expertise. He’d sell them along with the ‘zines and cassette tapes of his depression poetry. Check out Frank’s tee shirt designs, just click banner above.

Frank and I made a bunch of tee shirts and stickers with the help of Beth Blood’s silk screening expertise. He’d sell them along with the ‘zines and cassette tapes of his depression poetry. Check out Frank’s tee shirt designs, just click banner above.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

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Societies Clone as read by Frank Hobbs, 1990. Frank wanted me to video tape him reading his poetry at Monument Square, Portland Maine. I’m hoping Fly still has a video of this, as I only have the audio. My video was destroyed in a flood.

Over 80 pages of Frank’s Depression Poetry.