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True Stories: May 2006
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Wednesday, May 31, 2006. A true story about humility. We were both silent for a handful of moments, and then he burst into an open and inviting laughter, which was rare for Gil to do; his laugh had always been an introverted one, accompanied by signs of a struggle. He laughed and laughed and finally said What the fuck am I saying? Oral sex is not that great? Posted by True @ 2:37 PM. Tuesday, May 30, 2006. A truly Happy Memorial Day story. I was working as a production assistant on a film shoot. On our s...
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True Stories: June 2006
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Friday, June 30, 2006. A true story about memory. After having been twice caught in the surprise net of random drug testing at the gate of my military base, resentfully bracing the plastic cup as another soldier watched me pee, overhearing the crying of the female soldiers in the next stalls for whom peeing into a cup while facing others was far more traumatic, I decided I would remain squeaky clean until the day of my discharge. My freedom was too precious. I can’t believe it! Yoni and Glazer nearly fel...
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True Stories: April 2006
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Thursday, April 27, 2006. A true story of politics and betrayal. The following is a story of a triple betrayal, of how my body, my mind and my teacher all set out to bring me down. I had later learned that she was an avid follower of Netanyahu, and that she had actually prepped a few key Netanyahu supporters amongst my classmates as to what I was going to be speaking about. They had no need to listen to me, they knew what I was about to say. Or with my body. Posted by True @ 2:29 AM. I'm at school.".
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True Stories: August 2006
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Sunday, August 27, 2006. A true story about houses and vacations. My seventeenth summer was shaping out to be my happiest ever. It didn’t take much, just the sun and a bit of promise, and though perhaps it was only a temporary settling down of the chemicals in my veins I was still resolved to make the most of it. She said You’re so cute. I didn’t mean to be cute. You have no idea, that’s really not what I expected to hear. She said. I asked my friend Oren what ‘cute’ meant. Cute is good. He said. He aske...
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True Stories: July 2006
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Thursday, July 27, 2006. A true story about some nights. Come She said, and I felt happiness. She led me to the kitchen, where Gil sat nervously smoking a cigarette that he hadn’t ashed once. The sight of him was suddenly shocking; his fingers and throat were freakishly skinny, his face worn out and old with liver spots, his eyes sunken in black, his full head of hair nearly gone and his beard caked in white dust. He flashed an apologetic smile, his eyes brimming with embarrassment. When did you call me?
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True Stories: October 2008
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Saturday, October 25, 2008. Now you can see me. Http:/ www.youtube.com/user/ykmovie. Posted by True @ 3:12 PM. Brooklyn, New York. View my complete profile. The Greatest Blog Experiment. Ladies, Goddesses and Bitches. The here and now. The 5 year plan. Humble Tidbits of Vacuity. Now you can see me. A true story about houses and vacations. The true story of “Defenders of the Convoy” – The . A true story lifted from the pages of a thick hard. A true story about people and god. A true story about some nights.
