Category Archives: hitchhiking

SEPTEMBER 3, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

September 3, 2021 – 2:55 pm

Last night offered eager high school girls from Dalton, they acted sexy as if they had rehearsed the wanton kisses and yearning smiles before the bathroom mirror at home. The music at the clubs was tolerable, but I wished I had been alone. Not to cheat, just to be free. After CBGBs closed at 4am, […]

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The Death of the Road

September 3, 2021 – 12:18 pm

In 2013 my summer holiday plans fell apart one by one. The Nantucket house had too many guests, my friend in Millbrook had accepted an invitation to the Rockefeller’s’ Adirondack estate, and my sister was leaving Maine for a conference in Boston. All the flights to Thailand were out of my budget and Labor Weekend […]

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AUGUST 13, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

August 13, 2021 – 8:32 pm

Last night while we lay naked in bed, Alice requested to have her hands to be bound behind her back. I found a ten-foot cord and forced her onto her belly. She stretched her arms back and I looped the rope around her wrists. I entered her with a steely hardness and we fucked for […]

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TOO LATE FOR THE HAIGHT by Peter Nolan Smith

May 30, 2021 – 6:49 am

The bus from Sacramento crossed the bay in light traffic. Most people in the Bay Area had off Memorial Day. The uniformed driver veered off the bridge and entered the TransBay Terminal. Once he parked in the depot, I grabbed my bag from the underneath storage compartment and entered the station. Holiday passengers were forming […]

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VALLEY OF POT by Peter Nolan Smith

April 17, 2021 – 10:33 am

August 1972 was five years past San Francisco’s Summer of Love. A college friend from Crane’s Beach and I had hitchhiked from Boston to the West Coast in 45 hours. A mutual girlfriend, Marilyn, was working as a topless hostess on the Barbary Coast. Three months’ tips paid a year’s tuition. After a few hugs […]

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