Chapter Fourteen
“Planet Charleston is back. And thanks to all my loyal people tuning in. Like my own little cult.”
“Baby cult,” said J.D. Becket. They were in his smoking den, back in California. Odd collectibles crowded the surfaces, windows covered, funky colored lights, textured walls, quirky incense.
Charleston's fingers toyed with a shrunken head.
“I'm here with my bud J.D. Becket, and the world wants to know what the hell you're up to, man.”
J.D. leaned in toward the phone. “I see you got a mic finally.”
“To bring the people that high-quality comedy interview behind the scenes revelry they've come to expect.”
“Have they? People watch this s**t?”
“Yeah! Did you see Gary's shower video?”
J.D. widened his gaze and paused. “Uh. No. And, no thanks?”
“Twelve thousand views and i
