Category Archives: Diamonds

BET ON CRAZY by Peter Nolan Smith / The 4Cs Color

July 30, 2008 – 8:53 am

The last week of February I was hurrying down the sidewalk on West 47th Street. My watch read 9:35. I was late for the third time this week and it was only Wednesday. Lenny the bum was standing in front of Berger’s Deli. His lightly-clothed body was steaming in the sub-zero temperature. Fat people generate […]

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BET ON CRAZY By Peter Nolan Smith / Bad Press

July 30, 2008 – 8:48 am

Valentine’s Day was a big holiday in Manhattan’s Diamond District. Manny loaded our window with gold hearts and diamond stud earrings. Loyal customers flocked to the Randolphs across the aisle from our display cases and we handled all the walk-ins i.e. jewellry shoppers without a destination. “Can I help you something?” I asked a young […]

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BET ON CRAZY 2 / SETTING UP

July 9, 2008 – 2:45 pm

The next morning I woke at 8am. Manny’s exchange opened at 9:30. I bathed in my kitchen, dressed in a midnight-blue pin-striped suit, threw on my leather coat, and walked over to Velseka’s Coffee Shop on 2nd Avenue. A light snow was falling without sticking to the sidewalk. I had $5 left from the $20 […]

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Make Nice to a Piece of Shit BET ON CRAZY

June 24, 2008 – 9:37 am

47th Street is a closed community. Everyone knows each other. If you say something about someone to somebody else, you can be sure whatever you said will be filter through several layers to come out much worse than what you had originally had stated to the first person. Best in most cases to say nothing, […]

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BET ON CRAZY 6 Schnorrer

June 16, 2008 – 1:36 pm

Forever Everyday: A Diamond Dealer’s Diary, Parts 4 and 5 by Peter Nolan Smith Part V. After I made a sandwich at my desk, Richie Boy grabbed a slice of salami. Our sharing more than food throughout our twenty-year friendship didn’t deter my protests against his poaching. “I see you have no shame in being […]

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