Category Archives: East Village

THE DUKE OF ROCK by Peter Nolan Smith

July 9, 2011 – 12:13 pm

Tompkins Square Park in the East Village had several basketball courts. Full-court games were played next to the handball courts closest to Avenue B. Half-court was located against the fences of the asphalt baseball field on Avenue A. Players were split between neighborhood and hoopsters from the rest of the city. The quality of the [...]

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THE END OF YOUTH by Peter Nolan Smith

May 6, 2011 – 10:59 pm

Subletting your apartment is tricky in New York. The supers are snitches for the landlords, so subleasees have to live with utter discretion in your flat. Swedes are the best, since they are respectful of property unlike Americans. In the early 80s I moved to Paris. Actuel Magazine offered me a job at their nightclub. [...]

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ONE RPM by Peter Nolan Smith

May 1, 2011 – 10:33 am

Published in ELK 2006 February’s blizzards buried New York City with two-foot drifts and people conversed about Global Warming as a distant threat in comparison to Iraq. America was gearing up to war and nothing could stop the process, because the President was acting like a pit bull too stubborn to spit out the bone [...]

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GUNS GUNS GUNS by Peter Nolan Smith

April 1, 2011 – 10:11 am

During the 1950s American kids were supposed to like guns. Our movie heroes slaughtered America’s enemies on the silver screen and TV cops danced provocative gun ballets on prime time. Armed with air rifles my friends and I re-enacted World War II in the woods behind my house. Imaginary bullets tore holes through the make-believe [...]

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WHY I MISS JUNKIES by Peter Nolan Smith

March 7, 2011 – 12:10 pm

(published in OPEN CITY MAGAZINE 2002) Most New Yorkers depend on air-conditioning to survive the summer, unfortunately AC for me always felt, as if a dirty old man from the Arctic who isn’t Santa Claus was breathing down my neck, plus I actually like the heat. I can tolerate anything under 92 with a fan [...]

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