“Thank you. And next up for Open Mic Night, we have Steve Daniels. Everyone gives him a big round of applause. "The applause momentarily shakes the room, making the ice in my glass clink against the wall. Why did he make me order whiskey? I could have just sat here. I don't even like whiskey. But I'm already on my third." everyone. Thank you. So, last week I was at home preparing for this show and you know what I made. The people at the Chinese delivery place think I eat for four. They always prepare four sets of utensils and at first I thought that they would just add a random amount, but no. I called my skinny friends and asked. And lo and behold, they only get one or two sets with their orders. "A few laughs here and there. I would give anything to be in Steve's position right now, up there in front of all these people, because at least Steve isn't in mine. Chinese has always been Tyler's favorite. Every year on his birthday we rented the restaurant down the street and invited all his friends. It had gotten more expensive since he started going to middle school and playing soccer, but it was worth it to see him happy. And that's where I met Karen, a platinum blonde bombshell. That's how I described her to my friends before they met her. I understood it was mostly about my money, but I have a thing for blondes. He's not here yet. He said he would arrive at 10:00 and it's already 11:27. I'm getting nervous. I'm in the right place.“But do you know what the worst part is? How do they introduce themselves and expect a full twenty percent tip. All they had to do was cross the street. I mean, great for them because I'm clearly too lazy to do it, but I won't give you five bucks for it....... middle of paper...... had, she'll have no problem. My lawyer tells me he filed for divorce the moment he found out about the accident. It's been over a week and no word from him or the men who took my son. Just me, in prison, doing physiotherapy. The accident left me with a concussion and limited mobility below the waist, they say I will make a full recovery before the trial. There is nothing worse than knowing the truth and finding no one to believe you. The concussion caused me to lose my memory, but I could still tell them everything… well, what I remember. Or I could have died, at least I wouldn't have to live knowing that Tyler might not be alive, and I was the only one with a chance of getting him back. My lawyer says all they found in my pockets at the hospital was my wallet and a note. On the note: “Sit at the bar. Order a whiskey. I'm just your type. Code word: Platinum.”