Category Archives: New York Stories

The Tale of the Cab Rides and the Counterfeit Change

Posted on August 11, 2008 by

My friend Melissa mentioned casually amidst an email conversation about our respective weekends that she had twice in as many weeks been given counterfeit ten dollar bills as change from cabbies. She thought perhaps it was a topic worth looking … Continue reading →

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A Holiday Fix

Posted on December 20, 2007 by

Time once again to grab your works and settle in ’round the oil drum fire as Uncle Bill narrates his classic holiday tale “The Junky’s Christmas” (from the book Interzone). Because if an addict can share his last fix with … Continue reading →

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Spontaneous Commerce

Posted on September 12, 2007 by

Walking through Union Square I was accosted by a grubby guy, maybe mid-twenties, who offered to buy a cigarette off me. Usually I’d say no and be on my way but he already had a dollar clutched in his dirty … Continue reading →

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Get Me Through Grey Gardens Tonight

Posted on July 26, 2007 by

This evening, for the first time in years, I partook in a longstanding New York tradition — I “second-acted” a Broadway show. Not just any show, mind you, but Grey Gardens. I’d seen it in its off-Broadway incarnation, but with … Continue reading →

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I Remember You Well In The Chelsea Hotel

Posted on June 19, 2007 by

Sad, but not terribly surprising, news on the increasingly greedy New York real estate front: a new management company has wrestled control of the storied Chelsea Hotel in a plan to generate obscene revenue from the landmark, either by (potentially) … Continue reading →

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This Bed Is On Fire

Posted on June 7, 2007 by

The brazen alarm woke me from sleep. Only it wasn’t my alarm clock, I realized groggily, it was the fire alarm. I rolled over and groaned. They were either testing the system in my building, or it was malfunctioning, both … Continue reading →

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