"On the morning of April 19, 1995, I squeezed past the meat counter of a corner deli, grabbed a pre-wrapped hoagie, and made my way to the cash register. The clerk was glued to a small television set behind the counter.
"What’s going on?" I asked.
"Somebody blew up a building."
"No sh*t? Where?"
"Oklahoma City."
Within minutes of the blast, the world was huddled around television sets. Even me and my fellow drug dealers abandoned our corner at Second and Porter to follow the story. We piled into the front bedroom of a ratty South Philly rowhouse.
"What kind of an a**hole does that?" somebody asked. Little conversations erupted around the room.
"Youse think it’s terrorists?"
"Like in Israel?"
"No f***ing way. That sh*t don’t happen here."
"It happened in New York."
"This ain’t the same thing. It’s f***ing Oklahoma."
"I still say it’s terrorists."
"I think it’s some f***ing nut job."
"I bet I know who did it," I said."

- Chapter One, The Confessional

Regularly touring the country's top educational and corporate institutions, Frank's message of harmony, tolerance and diversity is the perfect backdrop for his life growing up in Philadelphia, and his time before, during and after prison.