Forced to flee his run down flat because of a psychotic landlord, struggling wage worker Preston finds himself ejected out onto the streets of the sprawling ubran mass know as the San Francisco Bay Area. During his forced concrete walkabout, Giff tries his best to find whatever food, shelter, and sanity that he can scrounge up while urgently searching for a dirt cheap place to live, trying to find solace in the ever changing network of Gutter Punks, Goths, Starving Artists, and simple fellow wage workers as himself, his familiarity with the grit and grind of the Urban Underground is too close for comfort, and almost too much for him.
I am a native of the San Francisco Bay Area. I was born and raised in this region, unlike most other citizens of the Bay Area who are from another state or another country. I am a veteran of the punk/metal/new wave/oh-my-God-what-did-we-do-last-night club scenes of the San Francisco Bay Area in the Eighties and the early Nineties. I run marathons, I write novels, I meow back at cats and say hi to strange dogs that I meet. I am also a web applications engineer and a dedicated worker bee for the Oakland Athletics.