Unnamed Journal Volume 2 Issue 6 - Page 19

cold beers. They cracked them, toasted. Then the bus driver got into his bus, started it up, and drove into Black Rock proper. Ulysses, Johnny, and the Van driver broke down the equipment and got it back into the van, once again with the help some onlookers and the volunteer staff. The guys in the van were allowed to enter in ahead of the rest of the line for their efforts. Ulysses declined to join them, but said he'd try to catch up with them later inside. He began walking back toward his car, drinking his beer as he went.