Frank the Narc

So here i am at work. I managed not to interact with my manager today and I'm really excited to leave here, go home and call it good....what's weird about that is that everyday should be like that and it used to be before the org changes.


Then i started thinking about choices we make in our lives. How one simple decision tree can lead to a totally different life. What if i had gone to college right after high school? What would have happened if i took MIS classes in 1995 in order to get an IT position at Viacom? What if i had married that girl 10 years ago?


Having all these questions in my mind, i reached into that side of me that can predict the future and shuffled the time streams around.....


and you know what i found? I found Frank the narc working the streets of San Francisco circa 1994. Enjoy...

OPIUM-DEN AND NOW

Come one, Come all.....Is that a pocket full of quarters I see or are you just wasting my time?

I ask myself, Why Blog?
The answer is related to an event that used to take place many a moon ago....

When I lived in a small suburb in California, I had a group of friends that would hang out on Friday nights with nothing to do. These nights were usually spent with a Fosters in hand talking about music, Films and the latest WWII video in my collection.
Because some of my friends were smokers, they would congregate outside my bedroom window (which was open) as so not to miss any of the conversation.

Ah...the scene is set.

The details are a little fuzzy but around 1998 I started the Friday night bedroom talks where friends would stop by outside my window. I would pick a subject near and dear to me (usually these consisted of recent events in my life like work, love..etc..You get the picture) and talk non-stop for at least an hour or so. Much of these talks were not scripted and ran off a mixture of spontaneous word play and free association.

According to some, this platform was entertaining and I found a new found love for this quirky form of soul searching/ramblings.

Now back to blogging.

An avenue for self expression is never a bad thing and since I can’t STAND to write thing down (don’t ask why) I figured the artistic and autistic side of myself would appreciate this forum.

From skeptical analysis of the world around me to Rock star self delusions, this is who I am. Love it or at least rent it.

More soon -