One day, Joe got tired of competing
for everything:
Women.
Money.
Housing.
Job.
A place in line.
A fresh doughnut.

Instead, Joe sat in his garage
at 10:30 on a Monday morning
and had a beer.
One of the first of many.

Seems like there are a lot more
people like Joe these days.

Heard it’s become a movement.

Things are tough out there, Joe.

I get it.

But you just made it a little easier.

So thanks.