I lost a friend to a heroin overdose when I was in college. We met at the student newspaper, and he was a brilliant writer. We all figured he would go on to great things in journalism and probably literature. Instead, he died alone in an abandoned house in Detroit

As our insurance systems seem to swing farther and farther from any kind of sane healthcare reality, it’s old and depressing news that people on the low-end of the income spectrum have little to no recourse. If our government is going to stick it to the majority, maybe the answer

I like danger and anything I can’t have. At 2:15am I took a stolen carton of Marlboro Reds (one that I stole) to sell on Leavenworth St. in the Tenderloin (the TL). It traded for $50. I took my new $50 bill and bought two roxicodone. The $50 was fake, and the