Category Archives: fights

November 3, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

November 3, 2024 – 12:25 pm

Last night at THE NEW WAVE VAUDEVILLE SHOW at Irving Plaza was a great success, but a debacle for me. Klaus Nomi was the headliner along with a horde of starry-eyed rockers and artists. I was asked to be the security with my friends. None of us were paid, but we guaranteed free drinks . […]

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BLOOD AND MUSCLES @ CBGBs – 1978

June 2, 2024 – 8:55 am

1978 CBGBs. A rough Bowery bar. The Hell’s Angels home Away from the clubhouse No one challenged their claim To the punk rock venue. The Angels scared off other asshole bikers Although not every night. The Cramps From Memphis First show in NYC A packed house Garage rock fans and some Jersey bikers. Rocking, As […]

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Good for the Bad – Milk Bar 1986

May 23, 2024 – 5:05 am

Written 2009 Eternally bad behavior has been endemic in bars and nightclubs. Drinking tended to assholize many people, myself included, and drugs exacerbated the dilemma. The problem covers all stations of life from the very rich to the very poor. My years of working security at Hurrah, the Jefferson, Bains-Douches, Milk Bar et al had […]

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Shannon the Easter Bunny

October 30, 2023 – 6:49 pm

Several Halloweens ago I was sitting in front of Mekong restaurant on Prince Street. It was a warm night. My friends and I watched the parade of costumes. We were having a good time, until a Batman sat next to our lady friend. The Caped Crusader aggressively kissed Jane and then he stole my beer. […]

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Like Father Like Son 2008

June 3, 2023 – 5:29 pm

Fenway took a fall in the bathroom. Lots of blood. 8 stitches. No longer perfect. Everyone says his mother beat him. Mam would never touch him. Me maybe, but like father like son. My black eye is from a street fight in Pattaya. “It was a good fight, ma, but I lost.” In fact I […]

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