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Frank Iero: P.A.
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Frank Iero: P.A. That’s personal assistant if you’re not familiar with the abbreviation.
My boss is a world-renowned artist. His pieces are bought for thousands of dollars. I’m constantly taking calls from galleries asking – sometimes demanding – to house his works of art. His answer is always no. His name is Gerard Way.
The man is mysterious. He lives in what I’d consider a mansion, but his furnishings are the cheapest looking things I’ve ever seen. He dresses like a business man and has a Maserati sitting in his garage, yet he takes the train wherever he goes. On the weekends he attends the opera, but when he paints there is always heavy rock music echoing throughout the place. The tabloids present him as a playboy, but not once have I seen a woman enter or exit his bedroom other than the housekeeper with a food-laden tray. I live with him and still can’t figure him out.
Live with him? you ask. I guess I should go back a couple of steps...
My boss is a world-renowned artist. His pieces are bought for thousands of dollars. I’m constantly taking calls from galleries asking – sometimes demanding – to house his works of art. His answer is always no. His name is Gerard Way.
The man is mysterious. He lives in what I’d consider a mansion, but his furnishings are the cheapest looking things I’ve ever seen. He dresses like a business man and has a Maserati sitting in his garage, yet he takes the train wherever he goes. On the weekends he attends the opera, but when he paints there is always heavy rock music echoing throughout the place. The tabloids present him as a playboy, but not once have I seen a woman enter or exit his bedroom other than the housekeeper with a food-laden tray. I live with him and still can’t figure him out.
Live with him? you ask. I guess I should go back a couple of steps...