Anything, Anything
Desperately trying to avoid the JonBenet Ramsay shite on tv, I headed to a local tavern for a respite and a calm down. Evidently, Oakland has found karaoke, and I win. Obese Chinese man sings in the most perfect of Motown getdowns, "If Loving You is Wrong," and I'm flabbergasted and howling and begging for more. Dorky professor dude monotones Ghostbusters and irony is no longer dead. Fat black chicks belt out "Anything Anything" by Dramarama with big soul and irony is too weak a term to describe whatever it was. Life exists. Comedy exists. Best of all, surprises exist. Get out on a Wednesday in Oaktown and you too might believe you exist.