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THE CLOSET OF LOST THINGS by Peter Nolan Smith

May 21, 2021 – 2:08 am

The Nuns of Our Lady of the Foothills taught their students math, English, religion, history, geography, and a scattering of other basic subjects. Their educational technique depended heavily on harsh discipline. Left-handers were deemed possible satanists. The nun expected everyone to be right-handed. Any laggers were beaten into submission and laziness on small ts earned […]

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INSECTS YUM YUM by Peter Nolan Smith

May 7, 2021 – 10:48 am

Most tourists to Thailand are fascinated by the food cart selling with fried insects i.e. crickets, grubs, cockroaches, scorpions, and several unidentified members of the insect species. Photos cost 10 baht. Thais revel in daring farangs to cross that culinary line in hopes of witnessing the European upchuck the crawly creature,s as if they were […]

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Journal Entry – December 30, 1977

December 30, 2020 – 6:31 pm

After waking up late Georg and I walked from our SRO hotel to the East Village. The setting sun only lit the highest buildings. Shit,”he said, “I’ve lost another day.” “I know. We never see the sun.” “The only sun I see is only TV and it’s in Black-and-white.” “We’re becoming vampires, living only a […]

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The Second Coming Of Rockets Redglare

May 27, 2020 – 9:43 am

Rockets Redglare was a native New Yorker. His family was tough. He was born addicted to heroin. His childhood was no fairy tale and Rockets moved to the East Village to escape his past. He couldn’t outrun heroin and his habit became the thing of legends on the Punk Scene. Rockets could score anywhere and […]

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KLAUS NOMI LIGHTNING

March 10, 2020 – 1:36 am

A blizzard struck Manhattan on February 4, 1978. The snowstorm closed the city within the first hours. The streets became impassable for cars soon afterwards, as 100 mph winds buried the sidewalks under 5-foot drifts. My hillbilly girlfriend and I were trapped in our East Village apartment for days. The gas stove’s four burners prevented […]

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