Category Archives: East Village

A HERO OF THE ROAD BY PETER NOLAN SMITH — ON SALE

January 7, 2023 – 6:01 pm

A HERO OF THE ROAD By Peter Nolan Smith Anybody can jump a motorcycle. The trouble begins when you try to land it. – Evel Knevel MANGOZEEN BOOKS 2023 In 1986 Hugh Mackie and Dmitri Turin opened the Sixth Street Specials, specializing in the repair of Triumph, Nortons, Royal Enfields, and various other English motorcycles. […]

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April 21, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

August 7, 2022 – 7:33 pm

Last night Richard Hell played at CBGBs and his performance was less than extraordinary. I had to sneak by the doorperson Roxy to get in for free. Lisa the cashier waved me inside. The club was packed with assholes drawn there by good press or the Voidoids. Xcessive from the Ghosts kept shouting, “Richard is […]

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April 18, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

August 7, 2022 – 7:25 pm

A crazed full moon night at CBGBs with the Misfits on stage. Ann drank herself senseless. My memory was missing holes, but I recalled her flirting with several punk rockers. I didn’t care, since I fucked the redhead from NEON WOMEN in the ladies bathroom. Even her pubic hairs were red. Someone kept knocking on […]

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April 29,1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

August 7, 2022 – 7:22 pm

Ann, her mother, and I went dinner at Serendipidity 3. Tim Dunleavey and William Lively joined us. The four of them went to a play on Broadway. I headed down to CBGBs. The Tuff Darts were on stage. I drank a beer, wearing a suit. I didn’t have any money, but as my Nana said […]

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TWO SECONDS LEFT WITH THE BALL IN MY HANDS by Peter Nolan Smith

August 1, 2022 – 11:39 am

Every high tide deposited beer bottles, oil containers, fishing lines, shiny candy wrappers, and plastic bags onto the sloping shoreline of Jomtien Beach. At low tide I harvested the trash into sea-worn rice bags. Within a half-hour the sand was devoid of any human refuse and I smugly regarded the pristine strand with pride. While […]

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