karaoke is serious business

so one night when me and tarrance were walking around uptown and we decided to stop in at the ole buddha belly for some karaoke. details on the night are completely lost to history.  i remember singing Imagine by the Beatles by i did it A Perfect Circle style.

some point in the song i took a pen out of one of my pockets and began cutting my chest with it. apparently very deep, enough to draw blood.

the people in the crowd stare in horror, tarrance stares in horror and now i have a scar on my chest from karaoke.  because that’s normal.

anyway, i kinda went on about my life, like no big deal, people do this all the time. a few weeks pass and i’m in a restaurant ordering food. the waitress, a cute something looks at me and says “wait, you’re that guy, that guy that was cutting himself on stage?”

i was fairly sober when i was at the restaurant so it really catches me off and i just say “yah that was a good night”

it gets better.

i’m at another bar just last week and some girl that i apparently had a hour long conversation with which i have absolutely no recollection of.  she says basically the same thing and i respond with the same “yah that was a good night”. i really wish i could remember what i said to her that night because her boyfriend is really not happy about me. i’m not sure what he said, ive never met this guy…usually i back off when chick’s have a boyfriend because it’s just pointless, just chill.

anyway, i have nick and allie with me and they are basically my body guards when i go out drinking. if i start talking to someone i shouldn’t talk, they help me out, etc. they have gotten me out of some potentially really super bad situations.

the guy is pretty drunk apparently, like completely blacked out but i don’t know this. i have my hand on the spiderco ready to get to stab someone legally.

his girlfriend is trying to get him out cuz he’s starting to corner other people in the bar when he finally comes over to our table(right next to the door).

nick and allie have dealt with him before apparently because the guy looks at nick and says “you’re the guy that said you’d cut my face, i remember you”

a few paragraphs of strange insults later, the guy finally asks my name.

i tell him and his face changes. he says “do you hate it when people call you mike?” and i nod. because i do. this gets him on a 10 minute rant about how you should call people by what they introduce themselves as, especially if you’re named michael.

he leaves and the cab they called pulls up immediately.

anywy, i guess the moral of this story is a great stage presence is not always…great.