Before I became a teenage Bolshevik I was a hippy kid, hitchhiking three thousand miles from Quebec to California with a member of our commune.
“When the drivers slowed down to look, I tried to catch their eye. Sometimes I wiggled my outstretched thumb slightly, optimistically, and sometimes I tried to look sad and hopeful. Anything to imprint this scene in their mind: little girl sitting on a grey canvas backpack, young man with a guitar case, standing by the highway. Anything to slow them down until their curiosity or sympathy pulled them over to the side of the road.”
Red Star Tattoo is a memoir about growing up on the fringes. It will be released by Penguin Random House in early 2016.