It finally happened.
I was at a pot luck karaoke tonight. The sort where you sing whatever the host chooses for you.
She gave me an out. She said I could sing something I chose instead, and let the next guy take the bullet. I told her to bring it on.
Why did I tell her to bring it on?
I couldn’t know. I wasn’t ready.
And then she put the song on.
I, the whitest kid you know, had to sing and dance to Gangnam Style in public.
Sometimes at night, I can still hear the screams.