“You smoke Marlboro Reds. You can do this too,” my friend Justin wheezed, passing me his glass pipe. I groped around in the dark under the bleachers until I found the lighter, then took a deep breath. At 17, I had finally decided I was ready to get high for the first time. My friends… Keep Reading
More than a decade ago, my fitness coach and friend, Jenny, called me in distress. She had just been attacked and severely beaten by her ex-boyfriend, a member of a German police arrest unit. He had called her to return his apartment keys a few days after their breakup. She waited in the hallway outside… Keep Reading
