Hey Joe

Joe merely extended his middle finger as he...couldn't help but scream "fuck you, disease!"

He was tired of it keeping him from properly functioning.

It was like he was stuck in salute after the lieutenant told the soldiers to be at ease.

It was like everybody else got to be happy while he was stuck in this funk.

It was like he was supposed to have a painting, but nothing was displayed on his easel.

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