Tim Hall's writing puts you between the sheets in a crowded California hotel room, drops you under the table in a room with 100,000 comics fans, has you making love at 2 a.m. to beautiful women in empty stairwells. Reading his words is like stealing pictures by famous artists from abandoned mansions of aged movie moguls while rollerskating down the darkened hallways of your own imagination and feeling for a few seconds what it's like to be truly alive.