There's always a beginning. . .

Hi. My name is.


Prologue

Often I feel like a was born in the wrong century. I'm not sure whether I'm too far forward or too far back but I don't seem to think like other people. Not in an intelligent way, or an unintelligent way. Just different. Like I'm Marie Antoinette with an ipod. Not that I'm a girl, just that she's kind of the only person I can imagine with an ipod before fibreoptics, she had the rock star chic going on way before Gibson made his first guitar. People paste labels on the wrong things sometimes, like some ogre-thick shelf stacker at Target flailing his pricing gun at any object standing still for more than a breath. You would call me a geek. That's my tag. Hi. Nice to meet you. It's like life is a seminar, you know, and you walk into a hired hall that smells of leaflets and desperation. And you get a 'hi my name is' to staple to your forehead. Hi. My name is geek. Hear me roar.