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Jimmy Buffett is playing at a small, outdoor venue. There is a raised stage surrounded by wooden picnic tables. The area is surrounded by wooden plank building on one side and a chain link fence on the other side. Beyond the fence is a gravel lot. I’m there with Dave and someone else. I’m excited because the crowd is so small that we’ll probably get to meet Buffett after the show. I get up and head to the bathroom. I sit in a stall. And then I am talking to an old man. Dave calls my cell, it rings once and then hangs up. I realize I left our table 25 minutes ago.