Fifteen years old, Andy Stasse was living in a Volkswagen van on Mount Tamalpais as he meandered through jobs—at a convalescent home, a garage, Herb and Joe’s in Fairfax—fabricating his age and work experience on applications. He drifted from place to place, inhabiting a water tower in the newly created national park for a summer, living in a communal house and camping in Samuel P. Taylor. He used to speed down the highways, evading cop…