Meanwhile, Jorge is on one of the small trucks responding to a call. The driver is honking the horn, the sound blurring into the music, as he tries to get people to move out of the way. They come to a young man who is sitting next to his brother. He can't tell officers his date of birth or his age. He can barely stand.
The boy's brother says he is 17. The officers call their mother to meet them at the hospital.
The officers don't know if he's been drinking or what.
"Too much of whatever," one says.
They strap the teen to stretcher and he's lifted onto the flatbed truck. Now they must make their way through the crowd in front of the main stage, where Afrojack has the crowd moving.
Jorge and another officer walk in front of the truck, clearing the way. The wheels of the truck crumple dozens of plastic water bottles and drink cups on the ground. Halfway through, several people come holding a young girl to the truck. She's almost passed out.
That is how Jorge will spend the night, going from one incident to another. When it's over, the crowds stream into the city and vendors hawk offers for after-parties and van rides to Miami Beach.
It's one night of the festival down. Five more to go.
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