You notice that the trash around that big live in-able camper have been broken into and scattered about. You knock on the camper as deputy ranger and a fifty something blond lady with a glowing perm answers. You ask about the trash incident, if they saw what animal did it. She invites you in. You meet her husband Ben Frucks. Frucks is a record exec with Illefco records. He pours you a whiskey and coke. He chops you a line of cola. He rolls you a fat joint. You hang out with him and have a great time.