Category Archives: East Village

Drunken Bully – C’est Moi

October 25, 2021 – 8:09 pm

Almost ten years ago my faux-sister Pip was defending 1970s porn star Marc Stevens on Facebook. I caught the thread in mid-stream and joined the fray. Marc and I had and I had almost been lovers. Here’s the exchange; PIP – Marc Stevens was a next-door neighbor and pal…here he is on David Susskind…We partied […]

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October 10, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

October 10, 2021 – 12:47 pm

One NRP member incurred the wrath of the Party by suggesting that we kill the rich. I agreed with Guadalcanal in theory, but everyone else rejected violence. “If we use violence, we will be just like them,” Anthony Scibelli said parroting the old movie line foisted on the film’s audience to prevent the poor from […]

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September 29, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

September 29, 2021 – 12:58 pm

The Red Sox are a game out of first with six games to go. Few people in our scene care about sports, although Guadalcanal is a die-heard Yankees fan. They suck this year. Last night I went to party with Grant at Stan’s and ran into Vickie, a skinny blonde with a stutter. I have […]

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Excerpt From FAMOUS FOR NEVER by Peter Nolan Smith

September 29, 2021 – 12:53 pm

Late in the summer of 1978 an Upper East Side photographer asked me to write a photo-roman about a sadistic kidnapping. I cast my co-worker Klaus Sperber as the black leather villain. The Gothic singer was the daytime pastry chef at Serendipity 3. I was a busboy there and Anthony lived above the swishy ice […]

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September 25, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

September 28, 2021 – 9:22 pm

Living in the shadow of the Blue Hill Meteorological Observatory during the 1960s I was obsessed with the weather created by the long chain of hills south of the Neponset River. Snow filled the woods in the winter, spring rain flooded the streams running across the overgrown farmland the bogs buzzed with mosquitoes in the […]

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