| Cracked On the job, he covered the District's crack cocaine epidemic ...
I should've turned and walked away when Carrie didn't answer the door. But I was on a mission, and my judgment at the time was less than sound. Carrie was a lithe, blond Arkansan with a sweet demeanor and prom-queen looks. Instead of her, I was greeted by a large man wearing a dirty white T-shirt and bluejeans. He had a wild, uncombed Afro. "What you want?" His eyes were bloodshot. His expression was suspicious. He was north of 6 feet tall and well over 200 pounds. I checked the number on the door. The building was on Ninth Street NW, in the Shaw neighborhood. Carrie had said she'd be in unit No. 32 -- the same number I was looking at. "Maybe I've got the wrong place," I recall replying. "I'm looking for Carrie." The man's expression softened.
New Dawn
She always had been exposed to the positive side of human nature. Slowly Inder began to remove his covering and started being his original self, which was not so good. He started getting irritated at her for small little things and often used filthy language. He stopped taking her out. All of a sudden Lakshmi found herself all alone, in a new country, with no friends to even talk to. Her husband stopped listening to her long back. He began his drinking habit again and now his stories were more different. He talked a lot about a friend of his, who killed his wife and kept the body in a refrigirator and disposed a part each day. He sometime comes up with more innovative ideas of killing. When Lakshmi tries to avoid topic or stops listening, he tied her hands and legs, stuffed her mouth and made her sit there until he is done with his ideas for the day.
Jealous About Joni
As someone who had a chance to talk to Jonah Goldberg about his book, I would advise Noah to reserve comments on how "stupid" Goldberg's argument is until he actually […] learns what Goldberg is saying. […] Owing to the fact that this conversation occurred several months ago and I did not take notes, I won't risk mischaracterizing Goldberg's book by going on further, but at least my characterization has the advantage of being based on more that just the title, unlike, apparently, Noah's.
Is the title provocative? Sure. Is it accurate? Based on what I was able to glean, pretty much. As for its release date, while I find myself disappointed to have to wait so long, I am not surprised; from what Goldberg had to say, I gathered it was a massive undertaking. […]
Indeed, the most perturbing thing about Goldberg's book is that it undercuts me personally.
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