by Chris Conroy Thanks to all those high school missions into the Bronx for weed, I find Crescent Ave in a snap. Clockers are leaning up the huge rusted gates that surround what I guess are the basketball courts; to my right, directly across from the gates, is number 612. I circle the block a [...]

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by Gint Aras I swear right now that everything your gonna read in here happened 100% true. Cauze when I used to look back at all this crap that went down with me, sometimes I wouldn’t even believe it myself. I used to trip a lot on shrooms and acid, plus get high off weed [...]

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by Joseph William Frank A few years before 1970 I met a nice white guy who gave me work driving lady wrestlers to Joe Arven Arena in the south end of Windsor. What’s now a suburb was then a bad area swollen with drunks and gamblers and married men. I know now that I was [...]

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