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JOURNAL ENTRY – DECEMBER 28, 1978 – EAST VILLAGE

January 5, 2022 – 4:05 pm

This evening I arrived at Hurrah and my friends and fiends from the security staff greeted me back to work; Anthony, the junkie, Grant Stitt, Jim Fouratt, Ideles and a score of acquaintances. Everyone was in the holiday mood. Less so me. Alice was still in West Virginia. Not everyone was my friend and an […]

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JOURNAL EXCERPT – JANUARY 1, 1979 – EAST VILLAGE

January 1, 2022 – 9:26 pm

We saw in New Year’s Eve at Hurrah and then took a taxi downtown. Traffic congested before Madison Square Garden. A skinny blonde man with orange-blonde hair stood bare-chested the the traffic. Cheetah Cheetah Chrome of the Dead Boys and we shouted the lead guitarist’s name in passing. Alice, Anthony, Alexa, and I got out […]

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BIG FOOT by Peter Nolan Smith

November 30, 2021 – 6:51 am

In 1977 I moved out of my SRO room in Greenwich Village to the East Village with my hillbilly girlfriend. The third-floor walk-up on East 10th Street had a bathtub in the kitchen and a water closet off the living room. I carved Alice’s name on the wooden window sill. We lasted until 1979. The […]

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MAYBE TOMORROW Chapter 1 By Peter Nolan Smith

November 14, 2021 – 10:19 am

CHAPTER 1 The November sun flashed off a West Village window and the wavering reflection stalked the Christopher Street pier to a lone youth tuning a battered guitar. His skin pallor rivaled the paleness of the rising moon and no suburban mall stocked his ripped black leather jacket, torn T-shirt, or battered engineer boots, but […]

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September 25, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

September 28, 2021 – 9:22 pm

Living in the shadow of the Blue Hill Meteorological Observatory during the 1960s I was obsessed with the weather created by the long chain of hills south of the Neponset River. Snow filled the woods in the winter, spring rain flooded the streams running across the overgrown farmland the bogs buzzed with mosquitoes in the […]

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