There were as many stars in the sky above them as there’d been fake ones buzzing around their tiny den of iniquity. The sky was a dark navy blue, and a breeze had picked up that had sent most of the frolicking bodies either indoors, or into clothing. By no means did that mean the lot between the motor homes was empty, however. Dozens of people sat or wandered, voices were sharp and loud, and the smoke and the booze were never-ending. Gerry sat on one of the thick rugs, cross-legged and shoulder-hunched. To his right, on a low bench, what had to be a hundred candles offered as much light and heat as a campfire. To his left, a seemingly well-informed yet extremely high group of men and women chattered incessantly about things out of Gerry’s scope of understanding. In front, Mark’s manager Ph
