East 14th Street should have settled into a cycle of decline and upshift. Instead it was counted on 120-year skid that hasn't bottomed out yet.
Originally published November 14, 1977
“Motherfucking drug dealers. They want me to kill myself. They always smiling, saying, ‘Hey, Charlie, how many? You got my money?’ Nah, I can’t do it. It’s a fuckin’ nightmare.”
Originally published January 17, 1989
“It never used to be this way,” Jimmy said, shaking his head. “It just used to be regular bums. You had a bottle under your coat and you slept in hallways. Now you got the young guys and the pills. They go crazy, and they make everybody else crazy.”
Originally published April 18, 1977
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