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A Blue Day in Tight Skin
by Suzanne Comeau 10/01/2006Neighborhood: Midtown
Day talked about those skintight hologram jeans for weeks. It was 1978, and they’d look nice for shooting heroin in the basement lavatory at CBGB, especially in the snazzy lilac color with the lime iridescent overlay, and they’d look nice later–complementary–when she turned blue outside on the sidewalk. The jeans cost $65.00, a considerable sum [...]
THE COFFEE INCIDENT
by Katherine Sharpe 10/01/2006Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Carroll Gardens
The story starts with two things about me. First thing: I love coffee. I drink coffee every morning. When I gave up caffeine for several months last year, I brewed myself a mug of decaf every morning and called it my “coffee.” Second thing: I habitually run late. Not catastrophically late, just late enough to [...]
Bonfire of the Remedies
by Andy Christie 06/28/2006Neighborhood: Clinton
My mother’s narrow little medicine chest is a joke to her. It’s quaint. It’s for amateurs. She keeps her medicine in the kitchen cabinet and the kitchen drawers and the candy dishes. Her canisters for coffee and flour and sugar are filled with Lipitor and Propranalol and Prozac. She could collapse from overmedication at any [...]
Of Braggarts, Liars, and Their Adoring Misery
by Andy Hick 06/22/2006Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Red Hook
June 14th 2006 3:30 pm Philadelphia “Who are these fucking people? They’ve been following me for years. Why the hell are they bent on exposing me as goddamned fraud?” I did a little research of my own and was disturbed to find that they were not only my closest friends, but my family as well. [...]
Men Threw Balls To One End, Then Back Again: Scientology
by Kurt Rademacher 06/15/2006Neighborhood: Clinton
Jake’s girlfriend broke up with him, so he started driving and turned up eleven hours later at my apartment. We were the kind of friends who’d been close once but who didn’t speak often anymore, owing not to any particular falling out, but to the passage of time and a mutual inability to put any [...]
Extreme on Rivington Street
by Harry Goldstein 06/04/2006Neighborhood: Lower East Side
Junkies are ghost-slinking around the block, looking for their man, banging on window gates and ringing doorbells. I scan their eyes for some glimpse of what their lives are like, staring at their rumpled, smack-hunting clothes, matted hair and mottled skin. They only care about taking care of business, up their nose or in their [...]
A Story About Identical Twins
by Lynn 06/04/2006Neighborhood: West Village
In high school I was friends with two identical twins named Dan and Guy. They had long hair and beards and Dan played the Harmonica. They both did many drugs and sold drugs and got sent away to rehab a bunch of times. I was a little in love with both of them, Guy especially. [...]
Cycles of Love, Sin, and Redemption at the Corner Bistro
by Vince Passaro 06/03/2006Neighborhood: West Village
They were to be three for drinks: Ralph, a writer; his friend Alex, another writer; and the young woman from the magazine, Jessie, who was Ralph’s connection. It was a modern kind of connection — Ralph had never seen her, had only dealt with her over the phone, by fax, by e-mail; but they were [...]
Nature, or: Having Dinner with Four Men on a Saturday in February
by Kate Hall aka mistress x 06/01/2006Neighborhood: West Village
They are like a set of bees fighting over a flower. The waitress waits as long as she can before taking our orders because she knows there is an order to everything, that I was the sort of homecoming queen who slept with half the football team before a Saturday night game. Used as I [...]
Hood Books & High Culture
by Courtenay Aja Barton 05/22/2006Neighborhood: Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn
What if books are the new crack? In the 80′s, Bed-Stuy had crack. Now, we’ve got literature. The New York Times publishes plenty of articles on the fluctuations in Bed-Stuy’s crime rate, and on the neighborhood’s gentrification, but they are not reporting on this: literature. Perhaps it’s not fit to print. I make my modest, [...]
Look for the Clock Tower
by Simona Catherine Sills 05/18/2006Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Fort Greene
Heather stopped and pulled down her pants. Adam and I stood in the shadow of a large building on the still Brooklyn street, allowing no person to see. Urine trickled down the contaminated sidewalk as we left. The journey commenced, and on we walked to the worst place in New York to buy coke, Kokies. [...]
On the Train Tracks in Marble Hill AKA Manonx, New York City- the circumsized north end of Manhhhhhaaaaattaaaaan
by Suhay Rosario 02/14/2006Neighborhood: Bronx, On the Waterfront
That morning I got up in the afternoon. My friend Micki came from 204th/Post Avenue, from her man’s crib complaining about his small penis saying, "My baby brother’s got a bigger dick than his!" And I had to get up and shower, leaving her in my room and I took the loofa with me because [...]
