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FIGHTING FOR WHAT by Peter Nolan Smith

April 1, 2023 – 11:37 am

Everything happened quick in CBGB’s subterranean toilets. The release of body waste was rivaled by magic-markering a band’s name atop the thousands of previous honorees in the toilet’s hall of fame and while the inhalation of cocaine or heroin in the stalls was more popular than shooting up dope or speedballs, sex within the battered […]

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BOXING DAY ON THE BOWERY by Peter Nolan Smith

December 26, 2022 – 2:54 am

Every Christmas my mother cooked a 20-pound turkey, I mashed seasoned potatoes, and my sisters set the dining room table with yams, creamed onions, turnips, peas, stuffing, and all the fixings for my aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmothers, friends, cousins, sisters, and brothers. Grace was said with bowed heads. Our plates were swept by forks and […]

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April 16, 1977 – Journal Entry

August 9, 2022 – 10:11 pm

After the execs leave, Antonio and I look out the windows of the Ebasco executive dining room. A thick fog obscures Lower Manhattan, as the last gasps of the Arctic is strangled by a spring breeze from the south. We have finished with lunch and wipe the silverware clean. The Spanish waiter surprises me with […]

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May 7, 1978

August 9, 2022 – 9:57 am

Ann and I had a small spat at my SRO room this morning after I said with us in bed, “There’s no place else I’d rather be than between your legs.” “Is that all you want from me?” “That and…” “What?” She was pissed. “All you ever want from me is sex.” “I’m sorry that […]

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April 18, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

August 7, 2022 – 7:25 pm

A crazed full moon night at CBGBs with the Misfits on stage. Ann drank herself senseless. My memory was missing holes, but I recalled her flirting with several punk rockers. I didn’t care, since I fucked the redhead from NEON WOMEN in the ladies bathroom. Even her pubic hairs were red. Someone kept knocking on […]

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