It's the late 1970s and Marquita is a one way street. But J.R. Jessup has an amazing mental compass that connects her to everyone and points dead ahead towards the future. She's funny, clever, and just like a hearty wildflower, blooms effortlessly with a little help from Mother Nature. When her small world begins to blossom, everything feels open and endless and ridiculously up for grabs. Observing all aspects of life from her balcony; her smart, curious, no nonsense approach spins continuously forward -right or wrong- along the brick lined streets of her tiny beach town in Southern California. It's a ride that's been 13 years in the making and unconventionally driven home with loving hands on the wheel, a bright brazen complexity in the passenger seat, and more transparent humor than the big-ass trunk can possibly contain.