American Troll: Episode 2 (NEWLY RELEASED!)

On February 18th, I received a strange friend request. But when I looked into it further, things got stranger. Continue the journey in this second installment of the American Troll series. CheeseDosa Studios (2021), All Rights Reserved.

My Preserve

“Wheres the 12th one?” my wife said, more a statement than a question.  “Um…the twelfth of what?”  Using my plastic fork–a particularly cheap airport varietal–I poked my nachos around and avoided all eye contact.  “What else are we bringing a dozen boxes of to Europe?” Melissa snapped and opened the blue duffle towards me.  The…

My Left Han

He was a star athlete in basketball and football. I thought table tennis was a sport. Ladies would buy him shots at the bar.  I once worked up the courage to ask the prettiest girl in my class—if she wanted to borrow my notes. He had a magnetic personality that would draw in our peers…

My Clarification

So, growing up, like many of you, there were the names we had for things while we were at home and then, at school, there were the new “outside” names we would learn for those same things.  The first time I began to appreciate this difference I was eight.  I had recently fallen in love…

My Space Race

When I was a child, I wanted to go to space. My ceiling had thousands of the tiniest glow in the dark stickers. Once laboriously applied, they represented all the stars and named constellations. The northern hemisphere laid above my pillow and the southern hemisphere was splayed out above the foot of my bed. But…

My, Here Comes a New Challenger

The 90s There he stands, the 5 foot 9” ascetic, staring back at me with dead eyes. A terrifying string of yellow skulls adorn his neck, a not-so-subtle reminder that mercy would not be shown nor expected. I clench my fists, remember my training, and take a deep breath. 3…2…1…Fight. “If you spent half as…

My Chi Chi

As a kid, I loved cheese.  As an adult, I still love cheese.  Obsessed.  Nowadays, it’s a socially acceptable addiction as long as you can say a thing or two about cheeses with silent Ts. Roquefort, camembert, brie…the frenchier the better. Brie doesn’t have a silent T but just making sure you’re paying attention. And,…

My Shoes

Our shoes decide what kind of person we are going to be.  There I stood directly in front of this phrase contemplating its meaning. It was printed in a flourishing script worthy of a constitution or declaration of rights. It’s the kind of quote that makes you think. It’s the kind of quote that might…