It’s Sunday, show’s done, people still in the bar, drinking. There’s a group of five girls, they seem pretty drunk. Who’s fault is that? Yep. Partially mine.
One of them says, bartender! I want to sing tonight. Where can we do karaoke?
Ah. My perfect chance to get these girls out of here.
I say, there’s a place on SW 9th called OCKSTAR. They have karaoke.
She says, OCKSTAR. What kind of name is that?
Well…the place is actually called ROCKSTAR, but on their sign out front, the first R is missing,
So I call it OCKSTAR.