The Sprinkles of the Sandman Issue
Bath Salts in the Wound
Few places were as primed for the plague of bath salts as the Southeast neighborhood of Roanoke, Virginia. Before long, buyers swarmed the tobacco stores that carried it. Salt users would show up at a retailer five or six times a day. The lines were...
My Life with Big Men
In June 1993, CNN’s Africa correspondent Gary Striker wanted to interview Zaire’s ruler Mobutu Sese Seko about what amounted to a civil war in the southeastern part of the country while his army, unpaid for months, pillaged Kinshasa, its capital. I had...
Gardening, Bulgaria Style
Zdravko Donev, a contractor from Bourgas, Bulgaria, woke up to discover seven pickaxes stuck in his Audi. The incident was the first recorded case of a trend now sweeping the nation: People puncturing cars with heavy-duty hardware.
Art During Wartime
Sculptor Ali al-Wakwak, a Benghazi native, creates rusty configurations, large enough to climb upon, resembling humans, animals, and insects. The sculptures are made from the leftover wreckage of Libya’s revolution.
The ganef has the chutzpah to belt me in the face. He lays me back in my stunned state and tries to shove the pool net up my tukhus. I tighten my hole like it’s holding onto a hundred-dollar bill.
Dear Mexican Cartels: Don’t Fuck with the Angels
Ciudad Juárez, Mexico, has become known as the “murder capital of the world” thanks to the seemingly endless string of drug-cartel-related killings, and the law-abiding portion of the population is ready to try almost anything to stop the violence.