'I woke up having no idea where I was. It's a familiar feeling. If I did know where I was . . . then I thing I'd be worried.'
PJ's life is simple. Wake up at 2:00pm. In someone else's place, on someone else's couch. Shower. Clothes. Club.
PJ's a punter - someone who fills in if a DJ isn't able to make a gig. San Francisco is a hotbed of glam bands and alternative rock, and PJ's into all of it - she's been living her urban bedouin lifestyle for almost a year now, saving money to create the blowout, off-the-hook demo of the music she loves, the music for which she deliberately abandoned 'normal'.
Ever wondered what it would be like to pack it all in and live the carefree life? No daily grind, no routine, no one to check in with? PJ knows how it's done. But when a reporter infiltrates her life, then acts as if she wants to make it her own, PJ senses real trouble. Could this spell the end of the couch world?
