Tag: Drugs

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Willie and the Weed Factory

A long talk with Willie Nelson about pot.

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Underworld

“Super tunnels” are a speciality of the Sinaloa drug cartel – and its leader, El Chapo.

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How A Small-Time Drug Dealer Rescued Dozens During Katrina

When all else failed, he commandeered a bus, and saved his neighbors. Now he’s in prison.

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Fiction Pick of the Week: "Black Doom of Options"

An eviction notice causes a grotesque chain of events.

"Imogene grunted as she lifted the sledgehammer and again brought it down. She missed the knob and graced the door, taking some of the siding off it. She bent down and thrust the hammer at the spot. The wood gave away."

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Boy, Interrupted

A drug derived from cannabis was the only thing that could control a young boy’s seizures.

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Fiction Pick of the Week: "Delivery"

A pizza deliverer/calculus whiz becomes involved in the lives of two unstable college students.

"I licked my thumb, outside, by the car, and ran it over the suction cups, before I slapped the marquee to the top of my cobalt blue Toyota. The pizzas were already sitting in the passenger seat, cardboard mouths smiling. I was conscious, despite Walter’s assertion, that I was operating under the tick of a clock, an invisible, indefinite deadline. Really, we all are. But no one realizes how soon it’s coming."

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When Drug Addicts Work in Hospitals, No One Is Safe

How a traveling medical technician managed to steal narcotics from hospitals, infecting at least 45 people with hepatitis C in the process.

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Against His Better Judgment

A federal judge resents the harshness of mandatory drug sentences.

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The Rise and Fall of Haitian Drug Lord Jacques Ketant

The difficulty of catching a “cocaine trafficker with his hands on the country’s levers of power.”

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Fiction Pick of the Week: "A Friendly Game"

A story of growth, regression, and divergent paths.

"But mostly, Joan sat for hours in her favorite spot of their old living room couch where she breastfed Phil. It felt sometimes like he was resting in the crook of her arm. And other times, her breasts would drip milk and she’d sit with a throbbing ache in her chest. Her husband returned twice a week, a different person each time as if trying on new identities: laughing, angry, sedate, stoic. Sometimes he brought the rocks with him. Sometimes Joan would have to go out on her own looking for them."

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72-Hour Party People

In an upscale Denver condo, twice-a-month they convened from Thursday to Sunday with 95 percent-pure Shabu.

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The Untold Story of Silk Road, Part 2: The Fall

First they found his server, then they found his name. But if they couldn’t catch him with his laptop open, the whole thing would fall apart.