fake flowers for fake fellows
woke up at midnight or so. lazily complied with text messages asking me to show up at the local karaoke bar. i didn’t sing anything this time - not even my usual favorite. walked past a bachelorette party, who were clawing at the bedhead-upon-bedhead that was going on upstairs. i ignored them and sat with my invite and some other surprise guests. an amiga sketched the ceiling and i stamped it out with my overflowing glass. we overheard some awful performances about women their singers never knew - jolene, sweet child o’ mine, darling nikki. while i was admiring the awful tiki decor, someone ripped the leis to shreds and then my friends found a new place for the remains.
