In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph.
A god-awful Springsteen song was playing on the CD jukebox as Harrison Conrad sat drinking his beer. His shoulder-length hair was tied back in a ponytail and a week\u27s worth of stubble had accumulated on his face. His subtle good looks had given way to a look of exhaustion and fatigue. He was scanning the headlines of the newspaper when the door to the bar opened and in walked a slightly graying but youthful-looking man. He sat down at the bar a few feet from Harrison and ordered a drink. Noticing something on the man\u27s face, Harrison politely pointed it out
