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IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA – Chapter 9 By Peter Nolan Smith

August 7, 2021 – 8:30 pm

Autumn came and leaves fell from the trees. I saw friends, drank at bars, and told stories about Paris. Their laughter proved that time transformed tragedies into comedies. The night before Halloween I was sitting on my Triumph before Madame Rosa’s Bar near the Holland Tunnel. The rest of the 6th Street bikers were scattered […]

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IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA – Chapter 8 By Peter Nolan Smith

August 7, 2021 – 7:40 pm

The spring rains washed the dirt from the streets. Thunder echoed across the city and lightning slashed jagged bolts through the sky like a celestial film crew was remaking THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW. Every song was written about Elana and I was tossed out of several bars for punching out the jukebox. Other women […]

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AUGUST 4, 1978 JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

August 4, 2021 – 9:14 am

The Red Sox break out of their slump, taking two games from the Yankees. Jim Rice looks slow, but they are playing in 95F weather. The weather is no better in the East Village. The agust air is exhausted by summer. I’ve only been to the beach once in comparison to my beach bum days […]

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Journal Entry August 3, 1978 – East Village

August 3, 2021 – 3:31 pm

Last night I dreamed of a submerged Soviet nuclear missile sub silently gliding towards Norway and NATO has any defense against such a threat. I woke in a sweat on the futon of our new apartment. It was day. Alice lies within arm’s reach. She murmurs with an educated hillbilly accent and spreads her legs. […]

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Journal Entry August 2, 1978 – East Village

August 2, 2021 – 3:38 pm

Today Alice and I moved out of my West 11th Street SRO room. The temperature was rising into the 90s and I sweated bullets, loading a taxi with our possessions. Jumping in the back seat, I shut the door and we crossed 10th Street to 1st Avenue, where the driver stopped at the curb and […]

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