Memories of mosh pits and Southern grits. Cross-country road trips and bohemian girls with hairy armpits. Counting off four with the beat of my drums. Wannabe Bruce Lee kicks and a busted thumb. Driving wasted, so many wasted days and nights. Being held up at gunpoint and protesting to make a point. Crossdressing and second-guessing. Cruising late-night Mulholland and cooling my heels in county jail. Teenaged streaking and baby peekaboos. Love haloed by dashboard light and moonlight. House plants and a nearby Jersey nuclear power plant. Being read to as a child and words blooming wild.