For most Americans, their first glimpse of O.J. Simpson's getaway Bronco on the freeways of L.A.--on live TV--is a moment they will never forget. It was the beginning of a saga that captivated and polarized the nation as O.J.'s role in the double murder was tried in both criminal and civil courts. Now O.J. gets a hearing in this month's Playboy Interview. "I was fascinated by a guy who is so notorious, so loathed," says Contributing Editor David Sheff, who met Simpson in Miami. "Everyone I knew was appalled by him and thought he'd gotten away with murder. I went with that in mind as well. While my verdict about Simpson's guilt was unaltered, he is a more complicated person than I had anticipated--not likable, but interesting. Everyone asks me, 'Did he seem to be lying? Did he betray with his eyes or tone of voice that he was lying?' The answer is no, not once."
Six months ago I asked out a girl from one of my classes. It turned out she was a lesbian with a live-in girlfriend. Despite that, she seemed to be flattered by my interest and began calling me at home almost every day, asking if I wanted to get together to study. We started hanging out, but eventually her partner blew a fuse and told her to quit flirting with me. I've no desire to be involved in their domestic dispute, so I asked her to stop calling. She refused. Last week, while I was out with another girl, she showed up at the cafe and sat at the table behind my date, giving me the evil eye. The next day she came up to me in class and screamed, "You ditched me for another girl!" I'm feeling trapped by someone who is supposedly gay and whom I never committed to anyway. Any advice?--N.S., Chico, California
"And here comes George Bush. He's in his flight suit, he's striding across the deck, and he's wearing his parachute harness. It makes the best of his manly characteristic. He has just won every woman's vote in the United States of America. You know all those women who say size doesn't count--they're all liars." --G. Gordon Liddy, Hardball, May 7, 2003
As executive director of the Drug Policy Alliance (drugpolicy.org), Ethan Nadelmann has been one of the most vocal critics of the federal war on drugs. A former Princeton professor, he founded the alliance in 1994 with backing from billionaire George Soros. Nadelmann spoke with writer Daniel Lazare.
On November 28, 1997 two police officers intent on uncovering suspected narcotics activity were rousting individuals in a vacant lot in Oxnard, California. They heard a bicycle approaching on a darkened path that crossed the lot. They ordered Oliverio Martinez to dismount, spread his legs and place his hands behind his head. During a pat-down, an officer discovered a knife in Martinez's waistband.
On the day that he purchased Rainbow Farm, Tom Crosslin said destiny had led him to the place. By the late 1990s the farm would become a well-known rest stop on the hippie trail, a scenic overlook for the migratory flocks of travelers and Phish fans who crisscrossed the country. For the thousands of blue-collar pilgrims who stopped there looking for a few days of fun and freedom in Michigan's vacation lands, it was a benevolent little campground. And on any other Labor Day they would have been there: thousands of happy stoners setting up tents for Crosslin's annual marijuana-legalization fest, a party he'd named Roach Roast. But on Friday morning, August 31, 2001, he was storming around, telling the last of the local kids to leave.
When Jeff Gordon made a pit stop at Deanna Merryman's cosmetics counter at a Florida department store in 2000, she didn't recognize the famous Nascar driver. "All my friends at work were freaking out," she remembers. "I said. 'What's going on? He's this little short dude!'" Deanna, who had a boyfriend at the time, initially declined Gordon's invitations to lunch, but when he asked again a year later, she was free. Soon began an 11 -month affair that would ultimately rock the close-knit Nascar world.
Not long ago, people who wrote about college football tended to focus on traditional mattersthe guys playing the game and the stuff happening on the field. Things have changed: These days, sports reporters spend more time searching police blotters dian team stats. And why not? Plenty of players and coaches are making die task of ferreting out dirt easy. Added to die usual list of credit and telephone fraud, DUIs, gambling scandals, diefts, sexual assaults and odier assorted felonies, we've now got a coach dumb enough not only to bring a stripper back to his room after a night of drunken carousing but reportedly to leave her there when he went golfing die next day. That peccadillo cost Mike Price his head coaching job at Alabama, a $10 million position he'd had for only four months.
Let's talk about the connections between people's lives and the decisions made by the federal government. Some concept, eh? Policy matters--stop the presses. There was a time when explaining how the government affects "ordinary people" was considered political reporting. But the press became fixated on the polls, the consultants, the horse race and the partisan bickering, and ordinary people pretty much fell off the screen.
Though Audra Lynn grew up on a farm in rural Minnesota, her dreams of the future never had much to do with harvesting crops or herding livestock. "I was an only child and pretty spoiled as far as taking care of the animals was concerned. I helped clean the stalls, but my mom did most of the dirty work," she says. "When I was five, I wanted to be beautiful like the mannequins I saw in department stores. I would stand by them, pose and not move. People would just walk by and stare at me." By the time she was 15, Audra was putting that practice to good use as a model, but her parents made sure their daughter explored other interests. "I took piano lessons for years," she says. "I have a nice collection of gold medals for ice-skating. I can do pretty much everything you see on TV. I stopped for three years because I had foot surgery. Recently I went to a rink and started pulling off doubles like they were nothing."
The war started when a few members of the Order macheted our sergeant at arms, Ray Ray Alvarez, at a bar and grill in San Jose. They told him to take off his colors. Our colors were the same as our allies', the Soldiers of Mars: red on white, a top and bottom rocker, and a sidepiece--your standard three-piece patch for outlaw motorcycle clubs. They were also the same colors as the Order's, practically an invitation for someone to go alpha male on someone. Another problem was the 1% patch Ray Ray was sporting on his leather. They said he was no one-percenter and it was an insult to the guys who were. Now, Ray Ray was a big boy, and he told the Order guys there was only one way to find out if he was a one-percenter, so they rat-packed him: whacked him with machetes and kicked the guacamole out of him. Ray Ray lived, but he was a quart low on the red stuff and being held together with stitches and surgical tubing, shit shoved up his nose and dick. Luger and I went and saw him at the hospital. "Hey, Ray Ray, don't you worry, bro. We're gonna kick mud holes in those chumps."
One watch for all occasions? Forget it. These days, smart guys have a wardrobe of timepieces to keep up with all their styles and needs. So check out these precision tools, all designed for specific tasks.
When Most Decent Folk are Snug in Bed, Dave Attell, Host of Comedy Central's "Insomniac," Is Prowling the Streets, On The Hunt For Fellow Creatures of the Night or Just A Poorly Lit Place to Guzzle his Next Drink, If That Means he has to Visit Every Truck Stop, Strip Joint and Naked Karaoke Bar in America, So Be It. Try To Keep up on This Whirlwind Trip to Favorite Wee-Hour Destinations. Trust Us, You don't Want to See These Places When The Sun Comes Up.
The Big 10 deserves its big ups. Its universities have long been hailed for their academic prowess. And the 11 schools (math is apparently not a strong suit) have maintained a storied tradition of athletic excellence, too. Still, in the past few seasons, a lot of fans were grumbling that it was no longer an elite college football conference--Big 10 players didn't have big-time speed, their offensive schemes lacked deep threats, the conference's coaches were still mired in the 20th century (or, at Penn State, in the 19th century). Then Iowa's Brad Banks made a run--and, more important, a lot of passes--at the Heisman Trophy. And Ohio State stunned mighty Miami to win the national championship last year. D'oh! What was the Big 10's secret weapon against all the naysayers? Girls. These 11 campuses are loaded with talent--and as the Beach Boys told us, the Midwest farmers' daughters keep their boyfriends warm at night. Judging by our visit, they keep them downright hot. Need proof? Just check out the photos. And consider taking some night classes.
Whether you're flying first class or stuck in the last row of coach, a few luxuries will smooth out the turbulence in your journey. Wine in a Louis Vuitton leather tote? Why not? Uncork it to celebrate your safe arrival. A bright-red widescreen DVD player guaranteed to turn your seatmate green with envy? You bet. Toss a sterling silver flask, along with a cell phone that transmits photos, into your Italian-leather carry-on bag. Now we just need a destination worthy of all this high-flying gear.
Welcome to Bentonville--There are 50 Churches for the 20,000 Residents of this Arkansas Town but Only One All-Powerful Force: Wal-Mart. Our Reporter Goes Undercover in the Corporate Backyard of the World's Largest Retailer to Learn The Truth. Is Wal-Mart Saving America, or is it a Perpetuator of Sweatshop Labor that has Bulldozed Mom-And-Pop Shops and Spawned a Cult-Like Following? Dan Baum Pulls Up A Shopping Cart
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