Category Archives: 90s

CHICKEN MESSIAHS by Peter Nolan Smith

January 31, 2022 – 12:36 pm

Several years ago the media covered a story about rat-infested aGreenwich Village KFC. The stock for Yum Corp, which owns the fast food chain along with Taco Bell, dropped fifty cents on the NYSE with the negative news and I felt bad, because for several years I had been a quality control inspector for KFC […]

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THAI ACCIDENTAL SMILE By Peter Nolan Smith

January 6, 2022 – 4:41 am

December 1990 I nailed my first big sale at the diamond exchange with a 5-carat round brilliant. F color. SI in clarity. The year was 1991. The profit margin was 20%. My commish was $1500. The NY Times travel section advertised a round-the-world ticket for $1399. I had 5 Gs saved in the the bank […]

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Personal Ban On New Year’s Eve

January 2, 2022 – 1:38 am

Rain pounded the Brooklyn streets in sheets on the last night of 2018. Shannon and Charlotta traveled to a Fellini soiree on Park Slope. I had planned to spend the evening with Doctor Nepola, except on Sunday I discovered my old college friend invitation was for Christmas Eve. “Opps.” Geoffery invited me to a Lesbian […]

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THE MEANING OF PURE by Peter Nolan Smith

December 7, 2021 – 7:10 am

In the summer of 1995 my baby brother died of AIDS. Our family buried his body in a grave south of Boston. After the funeral I left the USA and sought solace for Michael’s soul at the holy sites of Asia. I lit candles before the Buddha in Chiang Mai. I circumnavigated Lhasa’s Jokhang Temple. […]

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BIG FOOT by Peter Nolan Smith

November 30, 2021 – 6:51 am

In 1977 I moved out of my SRO room in Greenwich Village to the East Village with my hillbilly girlfriend. The third-floor walk-up on East 10th Street had a bathtub in the kitchen and a water closet off the living room. I carved Alice’s name on the wooden window sill. We lasted until 1979. The […]

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