How I find myself in this bar is just a part of the randomness of life these days. The past two weeks have been filled with some highs and some lows, to numerous and embarrassing to go on about here. But the end result places me in this bar on Lakeshore drinking with friends. I regret it the moment I step in and the smoke infiltrates every pore of my clothes, and my friends point out that the mullet to non mullet ration is 1 to 3. There is a surprising variety of mullets - hockey, 70's and future skullets. After a lonely gin and tonic the night ends. The torment was too much to take as it was karaoke night in this particular bar, and Buddy Jr just belted out a Nickelback tune that sets everyone on edge as he shrieks dirty lyrics about where he like pants to be.