Category Archives: PARIS

FAST AS HELL

September 7, 2010 – 2:00 pm

Back in 1984 my friend bought a fiendishly fast KZ 1100 cc bike in Paris. Our association was drugs. Cocaine and Heroin. While sitting at an African transvestite after-hour bar in Les Halles, le Savanne, he asked, “How you like to take it for a ride?” My survival instinct had been rendered to zero and [...]

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The Only Yeh Yeh Yeh Girl

August 1, 2010 – 9:49 am

The 1960s were a time of idols for the youth of America. TV, radio, and movies brought stars to our eyes, ears, and souls,even to my 3-red light suburb south of Boston. Teenage boys and girls worshiped pantheons of tragic dead; Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Jayne Mansfield, Buddy Holly, and scores of other talents posthumously [...]

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Ghouls of Pere LaChaise

April 22, 2010 – 7:37 pm

The 1980s are 30 years in the past. Few people remember those years. I tell stories and the listeners think that I’m lying about jumping off cliffs or nearly making love with Darryl Hannah or even about watching bears eat garbage at the dump in Maine. I wonder if they are right, but my memory [...]

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THE WRONG-SIZED SHOES by Peter Nolan Smith

March 13, 2010 – 11:13 pm

Twenty-five minutes after the stroke of Twelve on Year’s Eve 1982 the main investor in the Continental was shot dead on West 25th Street. The FBI and NYPD’s Internal Affairs investigating Viktor Malenski’s murder quickly drew lines between the dots. My ex-girlfriend was living with the dead man’s partner. My boss had been wearing a [...]

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Wife of J

March 13, 2010 – 11:01 pm

Candida was 17 when I met her at the bar of the Privilege. Thje year was 1984. Paris bars had no drinking restriction for age. She asked if I wanted to go home with her. The teenager was no virgin. That night and morning we fucked five times. It was easy to confuse lust for [...]

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