Last night was a crazy night. Scott's last karaoke. Pictures here.
Many moons ago, I had run away from home and was living in a rectory. I took a job at a local retail store, and after a few issues with the church truck, was carless. So one cold January night, the carless assistant manager told me that he could get me a ride back to the rectory with his ride, as long as I attended karaoke with him. There was a small crowd, but he even convinced me to sing by the end of the night (Roy Rogers, ``Happy Trails''). The rest was history. Before long
People stopped going, a new class took over, time moved on.
Scott, the king of karaoke, has been working at the mall for seventeen years. Everyone knows him. He knows everyone. He is king.