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VALLEY OF POT by Peter Nolan Smith

August 1972 was five years past San Francisco’s Summer of Love. A college friend from Crane’s Beach and I had hitchhiked from Boston to the West Coast in 45 hours. A mutual girlfriend, Marilyn, was working as a topless hostess on the Barbary Coast. Three months’ tips paid a year’s tuition. After a few hugs […]

Valley Of Pot

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My old corner on East 10th street was always hot. Reefer, cocaine, and heroin were the action, but the dealers and I had an understanding. No one dealt off my stoep and I didn’t call the police. If someone dealt off my stoep, I still didn’t call the police. I fucked with them myself. The […]