Half-cocked at Jeanie Johnston last night for kareoke, stumbled my way up to the front to try and get through “Little Red Corvette,” and the whole place went fucking nuts. Is that a sign of life’s gonna be okay or what: The dollar is worth less than Marvel Cards and shoelaces, gas is more expensive than milk, we’re all gonna die, but all it takes to dissolve it is an affable drunk guy with a mic and some god damn Prince. Like the verses weren’t even right. I think it’s gonna be ok.
