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Abused Defender

Recreating (and advancing) pk’s censored domains: Macroinformation.org & Knatz.com / Personal / Stories / Others’ / @ K. 2008 07 26 On my release from jail I had all I could do to get home, struggling under a very heavy … Continue reading

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Scrubbing Floors

Recreating (and advancing) pk’s censored domains: Macroinformation.org & Knatz.com / Personal / Stories / Others’ / @ K. 2010 09 29 This is my mother’s story more than it is my story. We moved to Rockville Centre in 1941. I … Continue reading

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The Best Part

Recreating (and advancing) pk’s censored domains: Macroinformation.org & Knatz.com / Personal / Stories / Others’ / @ K. 2002 04 22 Lies We Tell Ourselves & Others Any family may have its own repertoire of stories. Any of those stories … Continue reading

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Trapper Nelson

Recreating (and advancing) pk’s censored domains: Macroinformation.org & Knatz.com / Personal / Stories / Others’ / @ K. 2002 03 11 I put this story online, then I took it down. Wanted to check a fact or two. Now I … Continue reading

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Fischer Attention Span

Recreating (and advancing) pk’s censored domains: Macroinformation.org &Attention Span Knatz.com / Personal / Stories / Others’ / @ K. 2005 10 29 Bobby Fischer Attention Span thanx moovyboovy I suspect that one reason my teachers so regularly interrupted me without … Continue reading

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Gut Punch

Recreating (and advancing) pk’s censored domains: Macroinformation.org & Knatz.com / Personal / Stories / Others’ / @ K. 2004 04 19 I love this memory so much I have to tell it somewhere. A bunch of us are waiting for … Continue reading

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Doctor Don Stories

/ Stories / Others / I loved my father as a kid. I loved my father no matter how little I saw him, no matter how passed-out drunk he was, how falling-down-stupid, when I did see him. The dude's picture, … Continue reading

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