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January 3, 1979 – Journal – East Village

January 3, 2025 – 10:33 am

Alice and I get drunk at CBGBs with Bill Yusk. At CBGBs. Where else? Alice was mad at me, because she had to wait at the door. Lisa Krystal wouldn’t let her in for free without me. Kim wasn’t waitressing either. “I don’t understand why they treat you like they do.” Alice thinks I’m nothing. […]

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Journal Entry – January 1, 1978

January 1, 2025 – 4:44 am

Death to 1977 Onto a year of 78 RPM. It’s snowing and I’m watching the Broncos beat the Raiders. 20-17. Last night at 27th Street was weird. I hit on Alta. We made up and dry-humped in a dark corner. THe stripper begged off fucking. I accepted her no, got drunk, puked outside, and sobered […]

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December 29, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 29, 2024 – 10:31 am

Disco was king on 1978 AM airwaves. Rock and roll came a distant second and punk barely scratched the airwaves. Everyone was into Disco. Donna Summer, a Dorchester native, struck platinum with MacArthur Park and Last Dance, Chic took over # 1 in December with Le Freak. The shout for Disco echoed across the country […]

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BOXING DAY ON THE BOWERY by Peter Nolan Smith

December 26, 2024 – 2:54 am

From 2013 Every Christmas my mother cooked a 20-pound turkey, I mashed seasoned potatoes, and my sisters set the dining room table with yams, creamed onions, turnips, peas, stuffing, and all the fixings for my aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmothers, friends, cousins, sisters, and brothers. Grace was said with bowed heads. Our plates were swept by […]

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MAYBE TOMORROW – A novel – Chapter 1

November 1, 2024 – 12:51 pm

The November sun set behind the Jersey Palisades and flashed a feeble ray off a West Village window. The wavering reflection stalked the Christopher Street pier to a lone youth tuning a battered guitar. The blonde twenty year-old appeared unaware of the approaching glow, then he broke into a smile shy of surprise, as the […]

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