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Cheesy80s

Joined February 2012 and calls Bisnow home.

24 stories, 0 challenges, 23 comments, and 5 friends

Journalist. Writer. Lost in imagination. Pretty much how I’ve been described since my boyhood.

Stories

  1. The Coffee's Free

    I pare down the want ads to just a few Monster.com nonsense because no one ever calls back. no emails. no one cares that last night i painted someone’s porch for $150 it was cash. My son plays his Wii and my wife continues her respect for the ho...

  2. The Sacrifice

    Chad Morgan was the pride of Estonna. High school football captain by 15. Quarterback starter by 16. All American contender for high school sports in his senior year. Evan Wenchel was not. But they were the same age. From the same family. A family that...

  3. The Two Bottle Choice

    I have two bottles of liquor in my backpack. One is a very good single malt scotch. The other, a cheap bottle of vodka. They’re not a full fifth. About a pint each. Unopened. Untouched. With my hiking back strapped to my back, and when the din of...

  4. The Massage Chair

    Setting: The minivan, en route home from an afternoon at the mall. Time: Late afternoon. Weather: Partly cloudy with a gentle westerly breeze in the high 60’s. Cast: Me (the dad) and two sons, Connor (5) and Spencer (4). Me: “Did you guys h...

  5. My Lobster Boil Upon Getting a Raise and Promotion

    This one lobster was quite a little fighter. It clawed, literally, against the aluminum lip of my Crate & Barrel 32 quart stock pot. Its journey from Benson’s Fresh Fish Market and Cafe was quick, at least in terms of the trip it took from th...

  6. Lost Platoon (9)

    “I’m going to need any names you can give me, Hugh," River stared at Hugh. "Coworkers, superiors, friends, lovers. I’ll dig as much as I can but you understand that a detective I ain’t.” “You know how to get information, how to fi...

  7. Lost Platoon (8)

    Hugh let out an anguished, almost animalistic cry, just for one brief moment. The man gritted his teeth, and then slowly his face returned to a natural, if not hauntingly neutral, composure. His friend withdrew an envelope from his plaid sports coat an...

  8. Lost Platoon (7)

    The music at the club began to swell and intrude on their conversation. The late night crowd of short dresses, skinny bodies and teased hair all flirting with rich and plush foreign nationals was supplanting the once-intimate atmosphere from the dinner...

  9. Lost Platoon (6)

    River took the phone from Hugh, silently remarking just how tense his friend’s grip was, as though petrified of allowing the last remaining ghost of his only son from his control. River scrolled through the other repeating messages. AIASP. “A name?...

  10. Lost Platoon (5)

    “You don’t believe he was on vacation?” “I don’t know. He was stationed in Afghanistan for the DoD; wouldn’t be surprising if his vacation was actually an assignment,” Hugh said. “They’ve been nice, but really not forthcoming with inf...

  11. Lost Platoon (4)

    “Yeah, maybe. But he still thinks highly of you. Says despite the jump to the dark side, you’re still annoyingly principled.” River chortled. “Defining characteristic, I suppose.” Hugh downed the rest of his drink and finally brought his eyes...

  12. Lost Platoon (3)

    “River, time’s done you justice,” Hugh said, embracing his sinewy form. “Thanks for meeting with me.” “Absolutely, Hugh. I was happy to hear you were in the country.” They sat as a waiter grabbed an empty martini glass that left a shimmer...

  13. The Lost Platoon (2)

    River emerged into a cavern. Much of the clubs and hotspots in Prague were carved into the stone block foundations of the city’s history. Bily Konicek’s was no different, a nightclub and restaurant forged inside the arching stone walls of what coul...

  14. The Lost Platoon

    Prague, November 18, 2011 River Phoenix was nearly clipped by an aged, rumbling taxi as he crossed the cobbled street in Old Town. The driver was oblivious, as most were in Prague. Crossing the street, particularly at night, was always a test of fate. ...

  15. Peter's Lament (8) (Mature)

  16. Peter's Lament (7) (Mature)

  17. Peter's Lament (6) (Mature)

  18. Peter's Lament (5) (Mature)

  19. Peter's Lament (4) (Mature)

  20. Peter's Lament (3) (Mature)

  21. Peter's Lament (2) (Mature)

  22. Peter's Lament (Mature)

  23. Once Lost... (part2)

    Time can go by unnoticed in the woods. There are seasons. Trees grow. Trees die. Voices, distant, harmonious, can be carried by the breeze through the brambles, a reminder of life. But all those are details. They do not chronicle time. It took seeing m...

  24. Once Lost...

    I still haven’t been found. The moss, pungent with loam and decayed leaves, has returned. The rains have long since leveled the slight mound that concealed my body. There are bones, my bones. Mostly healthy, once framing me with veins, muscles, m...

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