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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