“Frampton was just a pile of hair that could hold a pick.”
You should see him now. Bald as a cucumber. he lives near my Eastside Cincinnati neighborhood in Indian Hill. He does a lot of charitable work here in town. A genuinely good guy. Little known fact, his nighbor across the street from him his Neal Armstrong.
Considering how big Frampton became, it’s a wonder he emerged from it with his sanity intact.
Funny that now he and Peter Gabriel could be identical twins.