Midnight at the Comedy Club Under the Bridge

Chadd sweated, literally sweated, all the way through the emcee’s introduction. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this nervous, even when he dumped a girlfriend.

Scattered applause greeted him as he walked up to the microphone.

“Hey guys, I’m Chadd--that’s spelled with two D’s.”

Someone shouted “Yeah!” at the same time someone else yelled “Loser!” Chadd pressed on.

“So I’m on the phone with my mom last week--”

“Was that before or after I fucked her?” someone called from the back of the room.