Category Archives: friends

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Friends, family, and strangers constantly say that I don’t look my age. I’ve stopped looking in the mirror in favor of regarding my shadow against a wall, so the innate narcissistic nature guillibly believes the complements and lies. This weekend was my birthday. One short of the next big one. Andrea from across the aisle […]

Cowboy Versus Batman

My friend Haoui Montauk bequeathed me a Paul Smith suit in his will. We had worked at a punk nightclub together in the late-70s. He had collected the cash and I had worked the door as a bouncer. Haoui liked to call me ‘rough trade’. He wasn’t wrong. I liked a good fight now and […]

ROCK DOOR by Peter Nolan Smith

Back in the 90s my English friend AC lived in ground-floor triplex’s back door onto East 13th Street. He loved the location with his own personal exit onto the sidewalk. Homeless people also appreciated the step’s functionality as a refuge from inclement weather. “I keep walking out of my house into someone else’s home.” The […]

SOUTH OF THE POTOMAC by Peter Nolan Smith

My St. Patrick’s Day of 2011 ended at Frank’s Lounge on Fulton Street. Everyone at the bar knew my name and well they should, because I was the token white just like that Paul Benedict’s character in nearly all-black TV show THE JEFFERSONS. Audience laughed hard whenever Mr. Jefferson slammed the door in the kindly […]

A FRIEND IN THE MOVIES

My hillbilly girlfriend and I moved to the East Village in 1978. The twenty-two year-old blonde came from West Virginia and I hailed from New England. Alice was in the theater like Bill, our upstairs neighbor. I was writing poetry. One day Bill announced that he had been cast in a western called HEAVEN’S GATE. […]