1967. Rigby John Kluesener stands in the moonlight, a flower in his hair, his thumb out trying to hitch a ride on the road to San Francisco. The story of how he came to be there - of an adolescence spent on his parents' farm in Nowheresville, Idaho, of his father's misanthropy, his mother's strict Catholicism - is utterly real and totally unforgettable.I hand the cigarette to George. His drag is long. Wea#39;re going to hotbox this one for sure. Ia#39;m a minor, I say. And Ia#39;ve already spent a night in jail. The police could be looking for me. Could be, George says. I could get you in a lot of trouble, I say.
|Title||:||Now Is the Hour|
|Publisher||:||Random House - 2008-09-04|