46.

et me show you something.” He twists one of the springs on the couch, and a small panel emerges from the beer-stained wall. On the shelf created by the panel moving outward is a strange-looking helmet, shaped like a piece of manicotti pasta and connected to a small black-and-white TV. He reaches past the helmet and grabs a newspaper clipping that he hands to you. It reads, “Looking for Two Times Three tickets” followed by a phone number.

“Oh, that’s cool,” you say. Clearly the tickets are meant for someone else, but you aren’t complaining.

If you have the beer, go to 53.
If you don’t have the beer, go to 70.