Hungry Like the Wolf

I love getting drunk with old friends. I absolutely love going to shitty karaoke bars with old friends and singing awful Bon Jovi and Salt n Peppa tunes at the top of my lungs at 3 am in the morning. It was kinda like a throwback to the beloved Brown Derby days, except this place was called Iggy's and there was no Britney singing, nipple ring-flashing Vincent/Eddie...just a pathetic Asian guy named Richard who wore his cell phone on a belt clip singing Duran Duran...