Wednesday, October 14, 2009


Or, Circle (cont'd)
Against his will, he found himself dragged to something called "karaoke night," which apparently consisted of the worst singers in a three-county radius being, inexplicably, called upon to sing. Into a live microphone. In front of an audience, some of whom were in varying states of actual sobriety. He could think of few more horrible forms of punishment. As for himself, he could physically feel his soul leaving his body via his face, the rare good singer doing a good song not nearly equal to the sheer violation being perpetrated upon music by most participants.