Tito Jack and Son

There’s Tito,

belting out tunes like his life depends on it.

Every note’s a little too high,

but he’s giving it everything he’s got—

sweating, swaying, with that intense squint

like he’s solving a math problem mid-chorus.

Who knew karaoke could get this emotional?

His friend Jack is there,

always there, front row with a beer in hand.

He’s Tito’s number one fan—

which is saying something because Tito has exactly one fan.

Jack doesn’t even listen to the lyrics,

just nods along like, “Yeah, man, you’re killing it!”

Meanwhile, Tito’s halfway through a power ballad

about a sandwich he lost in 1998.

Oh, and there’s Tito’s son.

Little Tito Jr.—

he’s in the back, rolling his eyes so hard

they’re practically doing cartwheels.

You can tell he’s heard this performance a million times.

Probably hums “Dad’s Greatest Hits” in his sleep.

But he’s here, because, well,

family support and all that, right?

Or maybe he’s just stuck waiting for a ride home.

Tito’s shirt? Open to the third button,

because, why not?

He’s living his best life,

and apparently, that involves showing off some chest hair

while singing his heart out about existential dread

and microwaving leftovers.

Jack leans over to Tito Jr.,

nudging him like,

“You see this? Your dad’s a legend.”

Legend? Sure, in the karaoke bar world,

where the only qualification is showing up sober enough to stand.

Tito hits a high note,

and the crowd—well, the three people at the bar—

don’t know whether to applaud or call for medical assistance.

Jack starts clapping wildly, as if they’re at a sold-out arena.

Tito Jr. slumps in his chair,

pulling his hoodie over his face like,

“Please, someone, make this stop.”

But Tito’s just getting started.

The encore is inevitable.

Another round of “Living on a Prayer”

or whatever song he’s decided to “make his own” tonight.

And Jack? He’s already ordering another beer,

gearing up for the next performance.

Meanwhile, Tito Jr. sighs.

This is his life now—

trapped in the eternal loop of Dad’s one-man show.

But deep down, he knows…

he’ll be telling stories about this for years.

Tito, the karaoke king, with Jack cheering him on,

and his son, forever rolling his eyes.