Category Archives: punk

December 28, 1978 – East Village – Journal

January 7, 2024 – 10:03 am

At Hurrah the Senders and Karen Bihari played tonight. Neither group were my favs, but Sen Cassette was the DJ and my friends and co-workers; Anthony, Grant, Idelles, Jim, Bop and many others celebrated their freedom from family holidays. Jhoury served me a vodka OJ. Before I took a sip, a hand grabbed my arm. […]

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Bowery Boxing Day – Dec 5, 2010

December 26, 2023 – 9:50 am

Boxing Day is celebrated on the day after Christmas mostly in the UK and host of occupied nations dominated by the British Empire such as Australia, Canada, Ghana, New Zealand, Hong Kong, Nigeria, Kenya, Guyana, Trinidad & Tobago, and Jamaica. For years I thought ‘Boxing Day’ was traditionally the holiday on which the rich gave […]

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Dec 2, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 13, 2023 – 2:35 pm

I had been serious sick from food poisoning this week. Puking and shitting non-stop.Two days of retching in the WC toilet. I slept in the living room to keep it close. Pus getting out of the loft bed was dangerous in my condition. I felt like Doc Holiday in Tombstone. Always ready to die. Alice […]

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November 28, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 3, 2023 – 6:40 pm

Alice is busy with the play again. Two dates at Irving Plaza scheduled for December and I have been employed as the bouncer. That’s all I am good for thanks to my wicked smile and speedy fists. Alice’s only reason to be with me is as her protector, but never her pimp, although she denies […]

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October 11, 1978 Journal Entry – East Village

October 11, 2023 – 7:14 pm

I woke early for a change. The clock said the time was 7:19. Alice is asleep after a long night at CBGBs. I nuzzled her neck. She mumbled, “Not now.” “I’m going out to eat.” My usual breakfast was a coffee and bagel at Veselka, but I dress thinking maybe someone from the scene was […]

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