Random Sequence: Dr. Ringtones (excerpt)

....They called themselves the Disorder Lobby. They were a youngish crew of seven male cronies, with Dr. Ringtones (that was his surface indentity) as the ringleader, who frequented the diviest local pubs every second Thursday P.M. "Oh, here comes the Monster Club," a bartender would say as they sashayed through the entrance.

They would sit at the bar, order a Pabst or a Yuengling (Dr. Ringtones called the latter his "ideal vitamin") and gasbag with whatever faded chippies or decrepit codgers were in attendance. "What do you do for a living?" they were often asked. "God of all therapies," Dr. Ringtones would reply. "Bunghole consultant," Rodeo Ray would say. When politics came up, "Fuck the Whigs!" the Disorder Lobby would chant in unison. Asked about their fave bands, they would cite Playgrounds for Nothing and the Dope Burgers -- both fictional.

When they grew tired of this jesting balderdash, they would pay the tab, tipping lavishly, and retire to one of the members' apartments -- "love huts", they called them -- to light up and then jabber senselessly into the wee hours before falling blissfully unconscious....