Joe is alone
His friends have decided not to join him
He sits beside the jukebox
A cold beer
A warm cigarette
A rough-cut shirt
His best biker’s leather jacket
His sharp-cut leather boots
His extravagant belt
With buckles, studs, and trophies
Youth in all of its glory
Fearless, that is until...
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