'Controlled Schizophrenia., ' 'Desperation., ' living a life of 'Pure Existentialism.' How to get through another day like a fugitive from the law, and end up with less bumps and scrapes than you did from the beginning. You know the only thing going for you is you can think.or, at least 'think you think' you can think twice as fast as the rabble on the periphery; although, you know your mental state will eventually be teetering on a high-wire, above an unrelenting maelstrom, that's going on both inside you, as well as surrounding you with an all pervading type of Madness, that has less reason than rhyme-as you bide your time, hoping THEIR mental acumen will capitulate faster than your ability to come up with another plan of escape. Somehow, you wind up in the park systems of Chicago during the Democratic Convention of 1968, and are conversing with Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin as though you've been there the entire time. You don't know where the day is going to take you, or how many psychological contusions you'll witness along the way; but, with 'Pure Existentialism' by your side to hold onto, you know deep down, you're only really 'along for the ride.'