Monthly Archives: August 2009

Soi Six Back

Memories of another place and time.

London Dark Alley

No many alleys are left in America, but London abounds in these narrow passages. Estate agents called them ‘cul de sac’. That’s obsolete French for ‘back of the bag’. My friend Sam Royalle lived on a cul-de-sac in Nottinghill Gate. Off Westbourne Grove to be exact. The top of the alley was bracketed by a [...]

Run Don’t Walk

My position on drug legalization has been well-stated over the years, however I ma not naive enough to ignore the problems besetting those using drugs in extreme or the people surrounding them, mostly innocent family members or neighbors. Pot is no longer pot. It’s turbo-powered skunk. I don’t smoke that mutant shit. Blow is a [...]

A Very Bad Man

My return to New York City was unceremoniously greeted by my good friend Andrew. While awaiting my trial in Thailand, he promised a ‘soft landing’ in a hard city. The architect kept his promise. A room and a little food. This edge proved decisive in my recolonization of New York as was my yearlong stay [...]

A Way with Words

“We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.” Francois de La Rochefoucauld Every writer compiling a book of quotes have to deal with several icons of a well-turned phrase; Oscar Wilde, Mae West, and the ever-apt Francois de La Rochefoucauld, duc de La Rochefoucauld, prince [...]