"Can you play that one that goes, People are people so why shouldn't we…dah-dah…"
 "Of course!" the young man said and turned to roll out another eighties New Wave rock song to the boos of the aged headbangers. Barry tried to imagine the bald requester with the tube up his nose with a mushroom hair cut and cigarettes.
  "That'll never get you there," said the Chronic man interrupting him.
  "What?" asked Barry.
  "Imagining things that might have been. You can't go there. Come with me into my room." Though the inside of the rooms were small, Chronic's room was like some garage sale of time.