Tag Archives: william burroughs

Junkie

Back in the 1980s on several occasions I espyed Burrough’s walking corpse crossing Grand Central, his unpolished shoes slithering over the marble floor with an effortless gait. No hello. We knew not each other. I sometimes a drunk. He high and listlessly heading to score dope, his once elegant suit hanging off a scarecrow frame, […]

The Truth About Whores

“Beware of whores that don’t want money. The Hell they don’t. What they mean is that they want more money.” William Burroughs. Several years ago I had occasion to visit the Elk Gallery on Crosby Street. Jocko Weyland was curating a photography exhibition of lurid bloody vistas of wild Italian youth. Punk, guns, and drugs […]

THE REUNION OF BAD BOYS by Peter Nolan Smith

Two years ago I passed a long Thursday at the diamond exchange. Manny was worried about money and Richie Boy showed up late and shikkah or drunk. His father checked his watch. It was a little before noon. They argued the rest of the day about business and family. I stayed out of it and […]

The Truth About Whores

“Beware of whores that don’t want money. The Hell they don’t. What they mean is that they want more money.” William Burroughs. I miss seeing William Burroughs shambling through Grand Central Station in the late afternoon. I miss junkies too. The other night I was at Elk Gallery on Crosby Street. Jocko Weyland was curating […]