Jonah woke up to the phone call, he had passed out in front of a building after being unable to get back home from a wedding. The call didn’t surprise him nor did the time he had to get there by, as most gangsters on the top of the food chain are pretty strict. But at this point, he began to panic. He was far away from his jail cell, hungry, with no change of clothes, and he didn’t know how to find the building.
	He was wearing dress shoes, black slacks with a white shirt and tie which was oddly tidy despite him sleeping outside. It was clearly not the right attire for a mob gathering, but he had not time to retrieve a change of clothes from home. He wished that he had worn his ripped jeans and shirt with this wicked skull design to the wedding.
	He decided he would wear what he had on, and then he had to figure out what to do for food. As soon as he thought of it he remembered the cake he was going to bring home from the wedding. He removed it from its plastic bag and then ate it carefully, making sure not to get any crumbs on himself. As he was eating, he saw a sign across the street, apparently he had fallen asleep right next to his work. He crossed the street as soon as he finished the cake.
	He arrived thirty minutes early with a respectable look about him. For the first and probably last time in his career.