Category Archives: East Village

Man Or Beast

The bedroom in my old East Village apartment faced an air-shaft. One summer evening I had to listen to a woman in the throes of pleasure for hours. My hillbilly girlfriend hollered for her to shut up. She was more the quiet type. The same scenario repeated itself night after night. Moving into the living […]

Poppers ReDux

Jan. 2 1979 Suicide was headlining CBGBs. The duo weren’t for everyone, but the screaming fury of Alan Vega and monotonal drone of his keyboard player Martin Rev were an effective remedy for a long holiday of drinking, especially if the holidays were not ready to call it quits. My hillbilly girlfriend was in West […]

Asshole

My old corner on East 10th street was always hot. Reefer, cocaine, and heroin were the action, but the dealers and I had an understanding. No one dealt off my stoep and I didn’t call the police. If someone dealt off my stoep, I still didn’t call the police. I fucked with them myself. The […]

HOCKEY CHICK

Back in the 90s I had an affair with a punk rock singer. Claudia wasn’t the prettiest girl in the East Village, in fact some of my friends considered her ugly, because of her long twisting nose, however Slatta liked me and no woman in New York had liked me for a long time, so […]

Madonna At 18

Three years later Madonna came to sublet my apartment on East 10th Streeet. The walls were as smooth as lumpy pancakes. The bathtub was in the kitchen and the WC had an overhead chain. “I’ll think about it.” I never heard from her, but she was in my apartment for ten minutes. I bet she […]