Two nights ago, I was awakened at 3:30 am by the thought that I needed to explain to the reader—some readers, at least—why I would voluntarily submit to a life on the street. I did try to explain it some in Wild Parrots, but I decided to try my hand at another bald explanation, a laying out of my reasons, and to go into them in a little more depth. So I’ve just finished a two-page Chapter 21, which has the working title of “Turning White Bread Into Toast.” I found it a good exercise, but depending on the way the third draft gets structured, it may not be necessary. Some people do understand why I did what I did. Others are confused by my choice, while there are still others who, oddly enough, actually get angry about it.