Chapter Ten
Charleston Cranston, professional comedian, worked seven nights a week, this time at Guffawnicators in Simi Valley, an unpredictable club far removed from Gary Giordano.
“So what is compatibility?” Charleston nodded, and he snatched the mic off the stand. “You guys have significant others whom you feel you're compatible with?”
He scoured the audience.
“What does that even mean? What happens when you get sick of the way she argues about ancient history? As if you actually gave a s**t?”
Divisive laughter.
“s**t's five years ago, but she treats you like it just happened two minutes ago. Right? That's what chicks do. They're like libraries, but the only things they keep handy on file are every teeny tiny mistake or negative thing the guy has ever done, ever. And they reboot t
