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.

Who Killed the Kennedys?

The night Barack Obama was elected president, people danced in the streets of New York. Our man had beaten the GOP. I looked into the eyes of a man my age and we started crying, not out of joy, but in relief of having endured the lost years since November 22 1963. Obama was one […]

52 Years Later

Today no one in New York had mentioned JFK’s bad day in Dallas. Neither the BBC, New York Times, nor Al-Jazeera wrote a single line about the November 22, 1963 tragedy, proving the old adage that as you get old you forget and as you get older you are forgotten. 51 years might be a […]

Five Degrees of Hangover

It’s football season in the USA and this Sunday Americans are following their teams. I’m in good shape. The Patriots are undefeated and the rest of the schedule is easy, but even those fans with losing teams have beers in the fridge and burgers on the grill with tequila shots at half-time and whiskey for […]

Loy Krathong 2001

Loy Krathong 2001 I spent the festival of light with the worst girlfriend of Pattaya. Maam was a real horror. But we are still friends, because we both had more than a little fiend in us.

Opps. Ouch.

Last week a woman photographer shooting a furniture catalogue at the brownstone stepped off the steps and rolled her ankle. Two snaps. I comforted her while we waited for the ambulance and lied to her, saying, “It’s probably ligaments.” “How do you know?” “Because I played basketball for years and we were always getting injured.” […]