P.J.'s life is simple. Wake up at 2 p.m.In someone else's place, on someone else's couch. Shower. Clothes. Club. P.J.'s a punter-someone who fills in if a DJ isn't able to make a gig. San Francisco is a hotbed of glam bands and alternative rock, and P.J.'s into all of it-she's been living the urban Bedouin lifestyle for almost a year, saving money for the off-the-hook demo of the music she loves, the music for which she abandoned "normal."Ever wondered what it would be like to pack it all in and live the carefree life-no 9 to 5, no routine, no one to check in with? P.J. knows how. The most important element? Lots of friends, with couches. One night it's Cecil's high-end settee, the next it's Sticky's lumpy sofa. P.J.'s even got smarmy Samantha to make sure there's a hideaway bed from hell in the wings. But when a reporter infiltrates her life, then acts as if she wants to make it her own, P.J. senses trouble. Could this spell the end of couch world?