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I’m writing this in my small pocket notebook as I sit at the bar in Del’s Wednesday night.  It’s 8:40 PM.  Karaoke begins at 9:30 PM.  It feels strange to be here in the middle of the week.

No one knows if karaoke at Del’s on a Wednesday night will work.  Del’s has had karaoke on Friday night for around 15 years.  I’ll be here this Friday night.  Karaoke is my key to a better social life.  I meet women of all ages.  For me, karaoke is performance art.  I’m really good.  No one believes I’m 65.  I’m a freak.  65-year-old men are not supposed to have that powerful of a voice or sing that well and move that well.

I shaved my head and face and I have my black bandana in the inside pocket of my black leather jacket and I’ve been doing my breathing and stretching exercises during the week.

I’m ready.

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I’m writing this in my apartment Thursday morning.  Karaoke last night at Del’s was a bust.  No one showed up.  I left around 11:30 PM and walked to Sonny’s Tavern which is closer to my apartment.  Sonny’s Tavern was packed.  No karaoke.  Just a DJ playing music and running a contest of some kind.  A young crowd.  A young woman sitting at the bar next to me had a tattoo down her right arm.  The young female bartender had tattoos on her arms and chest.

I had one beer and then walked the three blocks to my apartment.

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