70.

crounging around a back alley, you come across what at first glance appears to be a homeless guy digging through the trash. He looks up at you. “Password?”

“Huh?”

“Password!”

“Um–” and you begin to yodel furiously. He arches his eyebrows, and pulls an ice-cold six-pack out of his shopping cart.

“Five bucks.”

You give him some money, and take the six-pack of Holzwegsein Lites.

If you have the concert tickets, go to 53.
If you don’t have the concert tickets, go to 78.
To find out more about the homeless guy, go to 71.