My story is more of a life lesson I learned which was due in part to karaoke.  As most of you know, the one person that means more to me than the world is my father, Butch.  What you don't know is that there was a brief time when we weren't this close.  We had a falling out when I was in high school and I went to live with my crazy-ass mother.  My dad and I didn't speak for almost a year.  Long story involving that so I'll skip to the point.  We finally decided to start hanging out once a week and try to mend the fences that were broken when I left.  We found a place called Seven Star in Tamarac.  They had karaoke going once a week and after the first time we went, we were hooked.  It became our father/son night.  No girlfriends, none of his wives, just us. 

He was always a great dad, he coached my little league teams, taught me the value in honesty, but most importantly he showed me responsibility.  After going to karaoke and hanging out after a while, I realized he was much more than just a dad, he was my best friend.  We kept the tradition going all the way up until I moved to Atlanta a few years ago.  Every week you could find us at either Crabby Jack's or Murphy's.  We have helped each other through some tough times by getting together, drinking, singing and then our nightly conversations until 5 o'clock in the morning in CJ's parking lot.  In the process we made a lot of great friends, granted he found two wives that were as nuts as could be, but we found some good ones through the years, too. 

When Robert decided to start Off-Key, I had no choice but to bring them in a couple of nights a week.  Off-Key has found a way to bring a family-style atmosphere to a scene usually reserved for drunken birthdays and drama dens. 

On behalf of Southern Comfort, I would personally like to thank all of the Off-Key regulars for putting on such a great show night after night.  I can't wait for tonight, see you all later.

Lee (Baaaah, Biter, Windex Man)

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