Chongo was sitting at his desk talking into his antique rotary dial candlestick phone. He thought of a distant time in far away California. He thought of two hundred different kind of candles threatening a new vacant abode. Then he was connected to the party to whom he was speaking.
"Jake?" "Is that you?"
"I can't hear you very well over that pulsing throbbing music."
"You want to meet?"
"At the Horse Fuck?"
"I told you I couldn't hear."
"How about under the el instead?"
"OK then, Fishies Chip Stand on the Loop. At midnight."