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.

41 BLANCO STREET AUSTIN by Peter Nolan Smith

October 16, 2017 – 7:37 am

In late January of 1975 I drove a blind piano-tuner in a Delta 88 from Miami Beach to the East Texas. Everyone at the Sea Breeze Hotel on Collins Avenue had warned me about Old Bill’s driving. I thought that the old coots had been kidding, but outside of La Grange the blind man ordered […]

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BEATEN BY BLONDIE by Peter Nolan Smith

October 14, 2017 – 7:31 pm

Two boys bullied me the last year of grammar school on the South Shore. The daily beating were witnessed by friends and classmates. Joe Tully and Mark Scanlon were not in good shape. They stopped after a few minutes and everyone wandered home to watch WHERE THE ACTION IS. No one ever tried to help […]

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Dirtbag Hollywood

October 14, 2017 – 7:30 pm

Hollywood is not Tulsa, Oklahoma. The former is where dreams come true, where as the good people of the latter pray for the souls of the damned. Even Dorothy Gale in THE WIZARD OF OZ recognized after the whirlwind carried her and her dog Toto to Oz that ‘they weren’t in Kansas anymore’ Hollywood doesn’t […]

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DUST THEN MUD by Peter Nolan Smith

October 14, 2017 – 10:28 am

Bangkok was a different city in 1990. Shady trees lined the sois. The klongs led to the Chao Phyra River. Barges transported rice from up-country. After a short stay at the Malaysia Hotel I was ready to head north to Chiang Mai. I booked a 2nd Class AC sleeper at Hualamphong Station. The train pulled […]

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Friday The 13th

October 13, 2017 – 8:43 am

The number 12 symbolizes completeness for numerologists and 13 has a reputation of a prime number steeped with irregularity. Thirteen is further tarnished by being the number of people at the Last Supper of Jesus. The Turks went so far as to ban the number from their language and the Vikings feared that if thirteen […]

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