Experience is as satisfying as a double whiskey sour as a tired director tours middle america on foot: a drifter doused in the aroma of greasy roadside diners, sullying his brown suede boots in gritty mud and mica.
He thinks he is real american- as he scavenges inspiration from a photo of a lone tree, an overweight waitress, a broken down motorcycle...
A small depression in the ***** pavement is the most famous footprint most towns have seen; they come and go as quickly as passing cars; as quickly as fame and infamy.
He thumbs his way from state to state, picked up in nowhere Ohio by a passing Van filled with a burgeoning indie band.
They discuss irony, old films and a mutual dislike of disco as the van storms past town after town. The band tours the country looking for fame as he tears from town to town attempting to forget it.