"UNCONVENTIONAL LIVES"

The Hudson River, the dock strip and the World Trade Center in the dead of night, years before today's transformation.  It was a windswept wild dream scape.  All the displaced and misplaced dreamers and seekers ended up here in this once living breathing film noir set.  All acting out their unconventional  lives.

Unconventional lives, that would be the only way to describe my clandestine life in New York City, and all the characters around me, back in the early 90's. There was a definite method to the madness back then, I just never saw it until now.  We were all forced into those unconventional lives that we led.  Estranged or abandoned by family, and or from any semblance of a normal nurturing family life, we all became searchers and seekers out of sheer necessity.  When one is really on their own, in this wild, wild world, you are forced to make your own foundation and family.  In doing so, you can be thrown into many strange, odd and even dangerous scenarios, with other souls, living in your unconventional world.  This is how, and only how it was possible, to meet all of these characters that I have written about.  If I had stayed in a safe cocooning home (which I did not have at the time, none of us did), I would have never gone out into this world on my own, and led the anonymous life that I did.  I now truly believe, that I would have regretted that immensely.  I have to believe, and I do believe that it was all meant to be.  Now as I sit here, many miles away, I find all the ghost story's like films playing in my mind, and at times even I can not believe, what I have passed through.  I can still see all of their faces and hear all of their voices today, vividly.  Almost all of them left this Earth before their time and tragically, which is one of the many reasons why I am paying tribute to all of these lost spirits, good and bad, so in some small way they will not be forgotten.