Diamonds in the Rough


I have no respect for guys who karaoke Neil Diamond songs. Sure, I like a little "Sweet Caroline" as much as the bearded guy standing next to me at the bar, I just think it's too easy. It's like throwing a bag of bread crumbs onto someone scared of pigeons or tripping a baby goat that's running past you. Neil Diamond songs demand that every idiot in the bar belt out lyrics at the top of their lungs. I've done a few times myself, but now I just yell things like, "Yeah, Neil Diamond. No one saw that coming!" while everyone else sings. No one really notices, but it makes me feel better.

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