Washington City Paper

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Letters From an Arsonist

Thomas Sweatt torched D.C. for decades and was finally jailed for killing one person. During a year-long correspondence from prison with a reporter, he confessed there were more.

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Me & My Monkey

Confessions of a white-collar dope fiend.

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Our Band Could Be Your Band

How the Brooklynization of culture killed regional music scenes.

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I Dated Monica Lewinsky

An artifact from the height of the uproar:

Behind the tawdriest of headlines, there's a woman I wouldn't mind bringing home to mom.

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The Barry in Winter

Marion Barry is running for reelection – and nobody cares.

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Stalking Hinckley

The psych hospital life of John Hinckley Jr., Ronald Reagan’s would-be assassin.

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Confessions of a Black Gentrifier in D.C.

A young black gentrifier gets lumped in with both groups, often depending on what she’s wearing and where she’s drinking. She is always aware of that fact.
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Something Happened at DC9. Who Did it Happen to?

In the aftermath of a mysterious murder, exploring a part of the story that has received little attention: the young man who lost his life.

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What's Tweeting Courtland Milloy?

A veteran black Metro columnist, adrift in a rapidly shifting D.C., rankles an incoming generation of gentrificationists.

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The Cranky Redskins Fan's Guide to Dan Snyder

An encyclopedic evisceration of the NFL owner and former Six Flags chairman.

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Inside D.C.’s Food-Truck Wars

This isn’t truck-on-truck violence. It’s the taxpaying owners of brick-and-mortar restaurants—along with a host of other powerful District players—who are waging the attack.

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Hot for Creature

Fifteen years ago, William Dranginis saw Bigfoot. He’s still trying to prove it.

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What’s Your Excuse?

It costs $40 and could save your life. What do cyclists have against bike helmets?

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You’re Not a Rape Victim Unless Cops Say So

This is the story of the night Hannah was not officially raped in Washington, D.C.