Open up that mic
Haven’t written in a while and I don’t have an excuse. I’ve had stuff to write about. The night before my birthday, I went out to attempt an open mic. I had scoped the place out a few weeks before to make sure the talent wasn’t too brilliant and felt that I could maybe hold my own. So the eve of 32, I was sort of nervous, so much that I wasn’t sure if I’d actually get up there. So I drove there and left my guit in the car just in case I fagged out.
I sat at the bar for a drink or two and after a few minutes the gay (I mean guy) that reigned the seat next to me returned from his smoke. We ended up talking for a bit and it kept my mind off of the impending performance. He had ordered something to go from the kitchen so I figured he’d leave soon and I could be alone with my thoughts and so that the gorgeous bar tender wouldn’t think that I was tender. But the guy ended up hanging around and making it a little uncomfortable. Said something about wild turkey and anal penetration. Luckily, it was my turn.
I played my tune and a cover of Bill Withers “Use Me”. It went off ok, although I didn’t bring anyone who would have told me otherwise. There’s no doubt I must have looked awkward because I only remember staring right at the mic the whole time. I had some pretty positive response from the onlookers. Even during my song, so that felt good. I didn’t stick around too much after that.
I went down to Hank’s and watched Boondock Saints and enjoyed a few free shots of Jim Beam from the bar tender. Then when I left this guy that was sitting next to came out and accused me of taking his $10. I was a bit altered but I said “you think I need your $10″. He said, “I went outside and it was there and when I got back you were gone and so was the dough”. I said ‘Sounds like you need to be more careful with your money. You want me to show you I have no 10’s in my pocket’. He didn’t. When I got in the car I checked my pockets. I had a $10