I admit it: I'm a car singer. I'll bellow out songs up the 101 until my throat is soar.
And yet, put me in front of a karaoke machine, and I'll freeze up like a popsicle. Karaoke, I don't do. But Caraoke, sure.
Unfortunately, other drivers don't always expect someone to be Caraoking, I guess. I say that because of the funny looks.
"White meat only."
- L. Spencer
"I'm trying to get with a white chick right now," Tim declared.
"Oh yea?" I raised an eyebrow. "How's that going?" I leaned back in my seat while keeping one hand on the steering wheel.
"Remember that song that made you cry?" asked my Mom.
"Yea, I think so." I scratched my cheek. "It was some song by Chicago."
"No, it wasn't. It was a song called 'Honey.' Let's find it."
"Find it? Why? You want to make me cry right now?"
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA