He finished his beer, paid for the songs himself, and drove home through the dark. The next morning, he nailed a jukebox song list to the church door—handwritten, with a single track circled.
The jukebox reached the bridge: “And there’s nothing wrong with me… this is how I’m supposed to be…” Green Day - Greatest Hits God-s Favorite Band -...
The bar was empty except for Lou, the one-armed owner, who nodded toward the jukebox. “On the house, Padre. Pick something. It’s been ten years since anyone played it.” He finished his beer, paid for the songs
The last song ended. The jukebox clicked off. The lights flickered back on. He finished his beer