DeCleyre Housing Co-Operative

It is night-time. And
I was supposed to pick up a girl who had just been released from a mental hospital. I get to her house and it has a screened-in front porch. The screen is crawling with various forms of winged insects. I carefully got through the screen door and brushed away a few bugs that got on me. Inside the screen the porch is completely covered with potted plants, old newspapers, and rags.
The front door leading into the house is WIDE open.
I walk in and after looking around a minute I find her.
I remember nothing about her appearance, except that she had red hair.
We leave and drive to a storage facility on the outskirts of town.
All the storage units have people living in them. Every so often there were people standing around a barrel fire, passing around a bottle of liquor.
We came to stop next to a big red-orange trailer.
In front of it, on a lawnchair, sat a clown wearing sunglasses.
The red haired girl spoke to him and he smiled, revealing only 4 teeth.
We passed by and entered the trailer, inside which every wall, curtain, and stick of furniture was the same dull off-white color. The occupants were a short, curly-haired Latino girl and a HUGE tall and fat guy in a three piece suit. He had one of those old-timey bushy moustaches that curled slightly at the end. The four of us had a conversation (the topic and details of which I have forgotten entirely) and during the whole encounter the short chick was sitting, and never stood up; and the tall fat man never sat down. I don’t know why I noticed this or why it matters, but it stood out in my mind.

Anyway, next thing I know, the red haired girl and I pull up to a barn surrounded by clusters of old gnarled trees. She gets out and walks off past the barn and into the trees.