For years, I didn't think it was odd that I'd fall asleep for hours, sometimes days, after eating Grandma's food. But now I believe that she was drugging me, and that her nutritional experiments may have led to deaths in the family.
For almost eight years I've lived under police protection because of Gomorrah, a book I wrote when I was 26 that exposed the activities of the Camorra, a criminal organization operating out of Naples.
I returned to smoking weed after years of being a suburban mom and discovered that I wasn't nearly as good at being a stoner as I used to be back when I had two bongs named the Godfather and Apollonia.
Johnny Edgecombe, known to his friends as "the Edge," was a hustler, a chauffeur for the biggest names in England's jazz scene, and an odd figure in a major political scandal that ended up sending him to prison for seven years.
After ten years of being either in prison or on parole, our prison correspondent finally has the government off of his back—no more parole office waiting rooms, no more piss tests, no more check-ins from the Man.
When we're young our first loves inflict wounds and insecurities on us that we spend years failing to understand, and often we refuse to even look back on that awkward time out of shame and embarrassment.
When you're 21 years old, naive, broke, and desperate for a work visa, you'll make all kinds of bad decisions, which explains how I ended up struggling to sell investment strategies to strangers over the phone for 12 hours a day.
When I went to jail ten years ago I knew it'd be tough. Many people told me that I'd ruined my life, but how could I accept that when I was only 23? Today it's become much more of a reality, but I refuse to throw in the towel just yet.
Kids should learn about kisses and the basic mechanics of physical affection before they find themselves watching a set of dead-eyed Eastern Europeans perform in "18 year-old Fuck party threesome squirter."
I grew up with Grand Theft Auto games. I hid them from my parents as activists denounced their violence and amorality, I drooled over the GTA V previews, and I couldn't be happier that the conservative critics have appeared to finally shut up.
If there is a value in a mixtape, or a mix CD, it's the personal feeling of holding something that someone else has made for you because they thought, or hoped, you would like it and went to the trouble of placing it physically in your hands.
My biggest regret, the one that haunts me to this day, the one I think about more than any other, the one that sends me into cold sweats is, "What if I had agreed to appear on that sleazy talk show pretending I dated a 45-year-old 500-pound woman back in…