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April 18, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

August 7, 2022 – 7:25 pm

A crazed full moon night at CBGBs with the Misfits on stage. Ann drank herself senseless. My memory was missing holes, but I recalled her flirting with several punk rockers. I didn’t care, since I fucked the redhead from NEON WOMEN in the ladies bathroom. Even her pubic hairs were red. Someone kept knocking on […]

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April 29,1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

August 7, 2022 – 7:22 pm

Ann, her mother, and I went dinner at Serendipidity 3. Tim Dunleavey and William Lively joined us. The four of them went to a play on Broadway. I headed down to CBGBs. The Tuff Darts were on stage. I drank a beer, wearing a suit. I didn’t have any money, but as my Nana said […]

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Punk Rock Thailand

June 3, 2022 – 3:09 pm

Back in the last decade I received an email from Willem Dafoe mentioning his having read Legs McNeil’s punk opus PLEASE KILL ME. “Just finished kind of fun- kind of junky- no pun intended PLEASE KILL ME- An Uncensored History of Punk. All interview excerpts-a lot of bragging about drugs and who fucks who. Some […]

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MAYBE TOMORROW Chapter 5 by Peter Nolan Smith

March 26, 2022 – 3:43 am

Nightlife on Bleecker Street panned out after the Village Vanguard. Sean gazed out the taxi’s window at the forlorn sidewalk grilled yellow by cruel chrome streetlights. This was how New York looked unprotected by the eyes of love and he turned to Johnny. “Are we there yet?” “Almost.” Johnny slapped on the plastic divider. “Stop […]

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Journal Entry – December 31 1977

January 1, 2022 – 3:13 am

The last day of 1977. 365 days. The most important; moving from Boston, Libbie’s rejecting me, Ro’s leaving for hours before I arrived in New York in a semi-stolen car, and staying her no matter what. I was never going back to the Selma of the North. On the 7th Avenue Line. I hit bed […]

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