To live my life according to God's will for me.
Full-body massage, a beautiful sunset with my sweetie, good blues music.
Who am I to judge?
Country-style ranch, horses, a big garden. No TV, no stoplights!
MOST OUTRAGEOUS JOB:
Posing on the 101 freeway for a national poster, wearing only a sign that says
"Will Work for Sex."
Camping under a full moon at a music festival in the High Sierras.
American Indian Leonard Peltier, who was jailed after the FBI standoff at Wounded
"My parents raised me on a commune in Angels Camp, in the Sierras,"
says 21-year-old Neriah Davis, who is turning heads on the shaded terrace of
a Sunset Boulevard restaurant. As we chat, November leaves drift onto our table,
and mother nature provides an eerie counterpoint -- we're being dusted by ash
from wildfires raging in Topanga Canyon.
Neriah's early life in the central Sierra Nevada gold-mining town of Angels
Camp was bucolic but raw. "We didn't have electricity. We didn't have a
TV. When we wanted to take a bath, we had to heat the water and pour it into
the bathtub. My parents grew all their own food. It was like "Little House
on the Prairie." I love that that's the way I grew up."