Los Federales.
Pushing off from the Town Hall, Trevor noted the absent begging woman. Shaken from his tiff with Shannon, he did not want to return directly to the office. Staring at the crowd outside Crystal Nights, he decided to walk over and check it out.
When he got closer, it became apparent the shop overflowed. He thought, These damned tie-dye hippies, I’ll slip in around back.
Walking to the end of the buildings, he noticed the vacant lot next to the burnt-out building at the end had been converted into an impromptu campground. Various tents and trailers haphazardly scattered about the lot, with no rhyme or reason. Trevor considered, This was what Woodstock must have looked like. All we need is some music. Seeds of an idea sowed for later.
Working his way between the waking resid
