One of the following stories is true.
1) I was an old cop who'd thought he'd seen it all, and Franky was my new rookie partner fresh out of the academy. I taught him how to be a good cop, and he taught me how to be a good man.
2) Franky was my boss and invited me to his beach house for the weekend. But when the mob killed him, I had to pretend he was still alive so that I wouldn't be blamed for his death.
3) I met him like half a year ago, thought he was a really cool dude, eventually linked him to this place, and now he's way more popular than I am.
Okay, I lied. All three of those are true.
It's also Franky's birthday.
Happy birthday, Franky.
Here's my gift to you.