Getting to Unknow the Neighbors
Louis Daniel Brodsky
Language: English
Pages: 46
ISBN: B008F7TC9K
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Getting to Unknow the Neighbors is a collection of short fictions by Louis Daniel Brodsky that presents the reader with one of the strangest casts of misfits in contemporary literature.
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conducting business as deafeningly usual, with the absent half of some sort of esoteric partnership in some black-ops agency of predatory actions and practices. “Charlie, I’ve told you a thousand times, if I’ve told you twice, that we gotta get Stu and Ed to sign off on the protocols if we’re gonna keep this fucker under wraps! I mean, if we pooch this, we’re history, toast, shit on a stick! We could even be talkin’ three to five in Potosi!” Even with mouthful after mouthful of my dry Frosted
this town that Anheuser and Bush made famous — Bud Weiser and his Gashouse Gang. All I, a dyed-in-my-woolens Cardinals fan, can say is that our stadium sure as hell has overly ample facilities for a guy needin’ to relieve hisself before and after he’s had a day’s-pay worth of brews while gettin’ all lathered up, cheerin’ on his team, proud as all bejesus when we win one for Tony the Russkie, him one of the best coaches in the majors or minors leagues, who, single-hand’s down, last year, brought
dance or two, stuff a few tens in a G-string or two, for a little lick, and locking myself in the basement, to do computer porn, revel in cybergasms, like crazy. In short, that blow to my head really messed with my libido, caused me to suffer posttraumatic effects — “oversex.” In August of ’03, my wife divorced me, for “irreconcilable mental cruelty, infidelity, and chauvinism.” Get that. Can you believe it? Chauvinism? I had no choice but to file suit against her, for “lacking understanding
Ammonium Dioxide, where he held the position of Human Test Subject. Neither could recollect having seen him all week. Next, Bonita phoned around to the local bowling alley, the VFW hall, the Turkish bath down by the river. A month went by, then another, and a third, and still no word from Irving. A year, three, five passed, like lives, out of existence. A decade after driving off the radar screen, Irving Bellicose returned. It was on a Christmas morning. As the family opened their presents, by