Chapter Twenty
Charleston bought a classic Nosferatu black and white t-shirt. This he wore on stage to test off-the-wall bits in the run-up to September 4th.
The Whine Cellar, down in Long Beach, featured quite a large main hall where video streamed out to the Internet and to a late-night cable TV show. Any comic material instantly burned, and so this was a place to experiment with risky ideas.
With excessive boredom he said, “I feasted on human blood last night.”
The blithesome crowd warmed to Charleston's vampire shtick. A weird vibe spread, but also a decent response. They stopped talking to themselves and focused on him.
“It's tasty, plasma. The girl was under my spell.” With a wave of his hand he gazed around the room at various tables. People giggled.
“Oh yes, my children. I am
