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CASSE-TOI BRIGITTE by Peter Nolan Smith

December 10, 2022 – 12:01 am

New York City showed its teeth the winter of 1980. The police were racketeering our after-hours nightclub. One of the Continental’s backers was a gangster from Odessa, Russia. Vadim was going out with my old girlfriend from Buffalo. The tough zek smuggled stolen icons and passed bad paper. Lisa looked good in his furs. Only […]

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12:09PM Prosecco High Noon

June 18, 2022 – 1:19 am

In 1970 Xaverian-Westwood High School was all-boy. I was a math major. My foreign language was German. Typing 101 was for football players. Our team was State Champs. 9-0 in the Catholic Conference. Typing 101 class was taught by a woman instead of a black robed brother. Every student was male. I took Creative Writing […]

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Hiding Behind Fats

January 3, 2021 – 8:28 pm

Back in 1982 I worked the door at the Bains-Douches in Paris. The owner suggested hiring new blood for security. My first choice was Big Jacques. Jacques Negrit was a tall, handsome and good-natured twenty year-old from the projects of the peripherique. His gang was called Les Bufalos. I liked Jacques and didn’t trust the […]

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IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA by Peter Nolan Smith on Kindle

December 15, 2016 – 9:53 am

Most relationship end at the same point and throughout the 1980s my romances t-boned with fate in New York and Paris. I fell in love time and time again with the right women in the wrong places, but also never realized what I had until it was gone. My long novella IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA […]

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MOSES’ BEST FRIEND by Peter Nolan Smith

August 25, 2016 – 2:25 pm

New York City showed its teeth the winter of 1980. The police were racketeering our after-hours nightclub. One of the Continental’s backers was a gangster from Odessa, Russia. Vadim was going out with my old girlfriend from Buffalo. The tough zek smuggled stolen icons and passed bad paper. Lisa looked good in his furs. Only […]

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