Karaoke Casey?
Having extradited myself from the uptight community cabaret scene with a particularly irreversible sabotage, I wandered, lost, with Polly, through the back streets of PV, far away from the glitzy beach. I indulged in several Tequilas and soggy enchiladas at an open air dive, then staggered into a Karaoke bar. In my mothers practical flat shoes, with enchilada juice dripping down my ragged shirt, I sang a love song to the Aztec Gods, honoring the burning of bridges and the irreverent, uncontrollable spirit of my soul!