Adam Fucking Frantz

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Letter #6: September 3rd, 2012 – A Sad Day For Street Monsters

I found out today, by email, in prison, that a friend of mine passed away yesterday.  Antoine Collignon, or as many knew him – Artkore – was just 32 years old.  He was very passionate about his work AND his motorcycles.  Many a night, or morning, we spent talking online about bikes, builders, out growing businesses and our ideas.  I know that Antoine helped me develop some of my ideas and I hope I did the same.  Though we never met in person we talked extensively and I was happy to work with him on such a wall put together projects – his brain child – Street Monsters Magazine.

He struggled for a time after his first few issues, but never gave up on it and came back better than ever.  He helped create a very cool race league, the Monsters Race, which put a gang of fighters out on the track together doing what they loved AND putting eyes on the fighter scene.  That was something we constantly talked about – growing the scene.  Both of us love fighters so much we were consumed and determined to spread the love.  I am compelled to continue doing so, and I hope the SM staff is as well.  I am literally bound here in the US prison system or I would be on a plane tomorrow.  I had planned to actually be in Europe this year to visit Antoine and others and now I’ve lost my chance.

I pray that his passing was without suffering.  I pray that his loved ones stay strong and remember him by all the great things he’s done.  I hope his legacy is carried on with Street Monsters Magazine.  As I said, I am bound here now and don’t have normal computer access, but if there is anything I can do for SM or Antoine’s family, do not hesitate to contact me.  Truly this was a sad day, and not one I’ll soon forget.

May he ride on forever on the bike of his dreams through the canyons of the gods with our fellow fighterers passed.

Rest in Peace my friend.  At another time, in another place we’ll ride again.

My sincerest condolences to his family and friends.  We’ll all hold our front wheels high for you, brother.


Adam Fucking Frantz

Adam Frantz
FPC, Canaan
Satellite Camp
P.O. Box 200
Waymart, PA 18472

Letter #5: September 3rd, 2012

Damn. Life has changed a lot since ‘Riot Lunch.’ Two months later now and I’m two jails away from where I was. The legendary Brooklyn Detention Center turned out to be more livable than the stories that preceded it. There were no cat size rats, the C.O.’s didn’t berate me with anti-white slurs and I never had to walk through an underground dirt floored, rat filled tunnel (though I was told that really exists). The food was honestly the best food I’d eaten in over 6 months. Thank you baby Jesus – the rumor about food in the B.O.P. (Bureau of Prisons) being actually food and often times well prepared was true! I met a number of interesting people along the way and landed in a place that literally answered my prayers.

Constantly I had been wishing for reprieve from the endless barrage of noise inflicted on my thoughts and senses, and to have access to the outdoors as I had no window to even see outside before, let alone the ability to go out… from my concrete confines into the natural world. now here I am in Waymart, PA at Canaan Prison’s camp facility with a different breed and mixture of prisoners who don’t (all) yell to talk and the ability to LITERALLY step outside – no C.O.’s, no handcuffs, and breathe fresh air as I watch the wind move clouds across the sky and set the treetops in motion. Honestly, I feel blessed. Yes, of course I am still a prisoner of the B.O.P., but I can feel a connection to the real world again.

Also, I am finally allowed to have contact visits! No more T.V. style payphones and windows separating me from my loved ones. I can literally hug and kiss my family then sit down and talk with them and hold hands a little throughout the visit. Truly a beautiful thing. Having SO much taken away from you will really change your perspective on life. It’s not the things that the money provided that I miss, because I don’t, it’s my family, my friends and the simple pleasures of life, like being able to enjoy nature. I can’t stress enough for everyone to assess the things you value and to appreciate what you have. Life is good. Don’t give yours up!

Keep The Fight Alive