Michael invites the three of us into his van parked in the Arcata square. It was Saturday night and we had no plans, so we headed out to seek adventure. In Arcata, it seems, adventure is never hard to find.
He hands us the video camera and grabs the guitar. It only has three strings. ”Let’s play a game,” he says. ”You say two nouns and and an adjective, and I’ll sing a song about them.” We call out three random words, and Michael launches into song. The windows fog up with our laughter. Outside, homeless and transients pop in and out of the bars on the square. One of them presses his face to the clouded window, peering in to the dim light.