Category Archives: Nightlife

Hung

November 11, 2011 – 6:34 am

The Village in New York had always attracted a kaleidiscope of radical, deviant, and perverse characters considered, abhorrent by mainstream America. The Reds gave way to the beatniks. They evolved into the hippies, who surrendered the counterculture ghetto to the junkies, artists, punks and sexual revolutionaries of the 1970s. I lived on East 10th Street [...]

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Kind Words From The Far Right

November 1, 2011 – 5:18 am

Thirty summers ago I was stuck in New York waiting for a doorman job in Gemany. My pockets were empty and my rent was a month late. Many of my friends worked at Danceteria on West 21st Street. I ate at the BBQ on the roof and drank for free. The owner was a fan [...]

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To Grope Or Not Grope

October 30, 2011 – 6:20 am

Somehow when men from the West come to Pattaya they lose whatever manners their parents had beaten into their thick skulls during their dullard childhood. Bad behavior becomes almost a prerequisite for a good time. Drunkenness, rowdyism, and macho studity are usually forgiven by our Thai hosts and hostesses, but there is always a boundary [...]

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ONLY A GAME by Peter Nolan Smith

October 12, 2011 – 8:47 am

Argentina beat West Germany in the 1986 World Cup of Football. The victors reached the finals thanks to an unexpected quarter-final victory over England. The signature memory of that grudge match was an illegal score off the fist of striker Diego Maradona. The media labeled the controversial goal ‘the Hand of God’. Few people in [...]

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ENTREZ NOUS by Peter Nolan Smith

September 29, 2011 – 10:03 am


January 1983 was a good month to get out of New York. The NYPD wanted to interrogate me about a murder and police corruption at the Continental Club on West 25th Street. The case was a year old. The killer’s trail had gone cold. A friend from Paris called to offer a nightclub job. I [...]

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