Category Archives: 80s

CRACK ISLAND by Peter Nolan Smith

August 8, 2021 – 1:45 am

Crack cocaine swept across the Lower East Side in the summer of 1986. East 11th Street between Avenue B and C on the Lower East Side of New York was the destination of choice for its adherents and hundreds of crack zombies lined the sidewalk before the tenement building on the corner of Avenue B […]

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IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA – Chapter 9 By Peter Nolan Smith

August 7, 2021 – 8:30 pm

Autumn came and leaves fell from the trees. I saw friends, drank at bars, and told stories about Paris. Their laughter proved that time transformed tragedies into comedies. The night before Halloween I was sitting on my Triumph before Madame Rosa’s Bar near the Holland Tunnel. The rest of the 6th Street bikers were scattered […]

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IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA – Chapter 8 By Peter Nolan Smith

August 7, 2021 – 7:40 pm

The spring rains washed the dirt from the streets. Thunder echoed across the city and lightning slashed jagged bolts through the sky like a celestial film crew was remaking THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW. Every song was written about Elana and I was tossed out of several bars for punching out the jukebox. Other women […]

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IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA – Chapter 6 By Peter Nolan Smith

August 7, 2021 – 12:53 pm

At the beginning of 1986 Candia left for a photo shoot in the Alps. Several days later She phoned to say her boss had invited the fashion team for a ski trip to Isola 2000. Having heard her opinion that skiers were too poor to vacation in the tropics, I bit my tongue and drank […]

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IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA – Chapter 5 by Peter Nolan Smith

August 7, 2021 – 7:16 am

When a French worker says, “A month.” he usually meant six weeks, so I arrived at Rue Faux, expecting no change after a two week absence. Instead a new wall had been erected, the entrance had been restored to its gaudy glory, liquor bottles hung over the bar, and the dance floor shined from a […]

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