There is a genius, possibly a savant, walking in Santa Cruz, CA. A brooding-faced, mop-headed genius. Soft of speech and with cutting eyes, a man who, unlike most men, looks about the world he sees, and does not accept that world. When that world does not fit his pattern, he does not adapt to that world. He tries to make that world fit him. Or if not that, shucks that world aside and lives in one all his own......that man is the one we call ...NIGHTPUMPER!