Doyle Murphy: Those in the karaoke crowd still stretching last call in the lounge don't see Joe leave, and they didn't see what brought him here, either. They didn't see him five years ago when he barely left the house and didn't want to.
A young blonde woman at the bar asks, "Why are you writing a story about him? What's so special about him?"
The answer had just buttoned his second cardigan over his first and groped blindly into the night.
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