Robert Scott Leyse has lived illegally in Paris, worked as a New York cab driver on the night shift, slacked galore at the US Geological Survey and corporate law and pharmaceutical advertising firms (while being valued by his employers), taken a belly dance class in Green Bay, nearly slid to his death on loose gravel above a sea cliff in his hometown of San Francisco (nails bloodied by digging into the dirt saved his life), and the wildest yoga class he’s had was on a SUP during a storm in San Juan, PR. He eats fish heads and insects and drinks blood, but can’t be paid to eat potato chips or cake.