Few social gatherings promote bonding experiences more efficiently than karaoke night. That evening, due to a rare confluence of high self-esteem and busy friends, I decided to venture into the unknown. By unknown, of course, I mean going to my usual karaoke bar, only without my regular group. Do give me a break, I may look like a social butterfly over the next few paragraphs, but my history is mostly one of sullen loneliness – the familiar environment helps me feel at ease. That saturday night, I wore my best pair of pants, a simple t-shirt, and the pièce de résistance: my leather jacket. Not that it is anything out of this world, mind you. It simply fits my torso well, and has that intoxicating actual-leather scent that makes you want to stick your face into it. My shoulder-length metalhead hair was brushed, but not too thoroughly, for that kind of style lives on the appearance of little effort.