There it is. In the corner you can see the entrance to the biker bar that is next door. I think it's called The Last Chance or something I forget. The night of the day I hung the portrait was particularly rowdy night. I think on Tuesdays they have 20¢ drafts and all the free Johnny Cash you can listen to. The Lehighton bikers are not a nice young bunch of men. Actually some of them are quite old with long white beards. I was standing out side when one of them, while putting on his helmet screamed at me.
"What are you, a nigger lover?"
"What are you, a nigger lover?"
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