You should already know me from countless billboards and magazine adds, but i am frank lakatos: easily, the hottest male model to ever grace the goddamn planet.
I wasn't very social in high school, because i usually spent most of my evenings in modeling schools in the city, and the couple of hours of sleep i got made me very bitter and bleak (which i later would come to find was a nessicary trait).
On the weekends, I had to balance my flourishing modeling career with the daunting task of playing drums in one of the most awesomest rock and rock specticals in the history of organized sounds, "Paris". We constantly toured the world; we played all the 50 states (including Canada), we played on the Berlin Wall twice -- once in 1981, and once in 1998 -- we've opened for the Beatles so many times, i can't even watch the fuckin' discovery channel anymore because everytime i see a beatle, i throw my 60" plasma off my fuckin' balcony right into Miami Beach.
After 4 years of playing relentlessly and selling about 1.3 trillion thousand records, i could no longer deny my modeling passion and I had to walk away from the people who showed me the world and took the hearing out of my right ear.
Fast-foward to high school graduation day: by chance, a scout from Wilhelmina was in attendance, got one glimpse of me in my maroon cap and gown and was completely awe-struck. His body was completely incopasitated; he was literally at such a loss of bodily control that he threw up all over the preceeding 8 rows in attendance.
Right then and there, I signed a contract in exchange of for my mock diploma; thus forefitting any proof of formal education or hope of intellectual poise. We got on a plane to LA, and the rest was history...
The life was good, way better than anything you will ever be able to know...but still, there was a void inside. After years of hob-knobbing with countless celebrities such as Carrottop, Ross Perot and Joey Lawrence, i had to return to integrate with the lay-people.