"Now many of you out there are anarchists?"

All the hands went up. 

"Wow. How many of you _love_ the anarchist lifestyle?"

All the hands went up again.

"Wow. That's really odd! All anarchists, no allies in the crowd."

A few hands fell slightly faster than the rest.

"How many of you are allies?"

Those same hands went back up, and a few others.

"How many of you _love_ living as an anarchist?"

Not the same answer.

"Wow. That's what I thought. That's what I wanted to talk about. There's lots of different ways we all live. Some of us are out there -- some of us by choice, leaving what we had before. Some of us didn't have that choice -- thrust out by family, by society, by hard knocks and things that weren't our choosing. How many of you live 'on the street'?"

Eight hands.

"Eight. More than usual. I feel for you -- it's a tough life, but you're beautiful. You have my love. There's actually nine -- I should have had my hand up too. How many of you have an apartment?"

"In the projects!" came a voice from the back, as fifteen or twenty hands went up, several nodding assent.

"Yeah. I've lived there too. Met some good people. And a lot of sucky ones. How many of you live with your parents?"

Nineteen hands went up.

"Not surprised. This is a young crowd -- you'll grow out of it. Don't take their hospitality for granted. Get to know your folks as people. They might surprise you. It's easier to do that when you're not living with them, too.

"How many of you want to stop participating in the whole rent-work-sleep cycle?"

Most everyone.

"So do. We are in California."