Lou emerged from behind the bar, blinking. “Power surge. You okay, Padre?”
Miguel stepped outside, clutching his crucifix. A teenage girl with a nose ring and a faded American Idiot T-shirt stopped in front of him. She looked translucent, like heat off asphalt. Green Day - Greatest Hits God-s Favorite Band -...
The jukebox reached the bridge: “And there’s nothing wrong with me… this is how I’m supposed to be…” Lou emerged from behind the bar, blinking
Miguel slid a finger down the faded song list. His eyes snagged on a title he hadn’t seen since high school: Jesus of Suburbia . Lou emerged from behind the bar
Then the lights went out.