When You're Strange.
Stunned, Trevor lurched down the street towards the shop. In a state of fugue, he found it hard to concentrate. The cacophony of noise and movement enhanced his lost grasp of reality. Why did he ever come to this little town in the middle of nowhere? He was trying to pinpoint the place he lost all touch with reality, his head was swimming. How could the feds believe that crap story Crystal told them? What happened to Barney? What is with all the tie-dye clothes? What is this fecking song that keeps playing in my head I can’t get rid of! Who are these people?
Thanks to the sheriff closing traffic on the street between the bank and the hotel, Trevor had not been run over as he stumbled off the curb and to the other side. Maybe I am still in that cave. I’ve had a brain
