Author Archives: Peter

Open City declared Peter Nolan Smith an underground punk legend of the 1970s East Village. The New England native spent many years as a nightclub doorman in New York, Paris, London, and Hamburg. The constant traveler has lived for long periods of time in Europe and the Far East. After a forced retirement from the Schmatta trade in Thailand, Peter Nolan Smith returned to New York to work in the international diamond trade. At summer’s end he resumed the life of a writer. The world’s leading leisureologist is currently based in Sri Racha, Thailand, Fort Greene, Brooklyn, and Luxembourg City. He has no address.

Erotic Hot Dog Contest

The best hamburger in the world came from Simpson’s Grove outside Portland. The buns were toasted, the sauce was a mild relish/ketchup combo, cheddar cheese melting over the edges, and an all-beef patties sizzling with grilled fat. Yummy. No trace of this heavenly hamburger stand exists on the internet. The best steak came from a […]

FASTER PUSSYCAT KILL KILL / Tura Santana

The South Shore Drive-In was located off 128 outside of Boston over the Blue Hills from my suburban development of split-level houses. No one went to the twin screens in the daytime, but on summer nights my father drove my mother and their six children to the open-air theater, where we watched THE TEN COMMANDMENTS […]

GAY BOY by Peter Nolan Smith

My first eight years were spent on Falmouth Foresides across the harbor from Portland. Summers my brothers and sisters swam in Watchic Pond and rowed dories from the dock at the end of the street. Winters we skated on an ice rink constructed in our backyard. The harbor at the end of the street was […]

Banana, Hot Dog, Or Pickle?

Happy Fourth Of July. I like hot dogs. Especially with mustard. But not too many hot dogs. I like pickles too. Pickle juice is good for hangovers too. I can’t just eat one pickle. And what can I say about bananas. They are good every hour of the day.

THE WONDER WHEEL by Peter Nolan Smith

It was a good day to visit Coney Island. Memorial Day was America’s introduction to summer. It had been a long winter in New York. Ellen was with her friends. The Argentines wanted to see the sea, But there was no way to refuse the rides. None of them went in the water. It was […]