On a California freeway, Linda La Palma is driving in excess of 80 mph, away from responsibility.
A three-story man, with beer cans balancing on shoulders and arms stands in the middle of a lane. He's the equivalent of three men high, in graduated sizes, blocking traffic at his own peril. Mainly, people are worried about falling cans, which are oversized and may be full.
Linda stops her car, climbs out, walks over to the three story man, lifts up his pant leg, and tucks herself into a coffee ice cream-colored cotton sock, lowering the pant leg again as the darkness, humid heat, and the scent of manzanita bark permeate the air she breathes.