ARTICLES
Early one morning in Dorchester, Massachusetts, John Willis Junior gently lifted his girlfriend’s daughter, Mai Linn, from her sleep. Willis, a burly 39-year-old with close cropped gray hair and bright blue eyes,
“Are you ready for your sit down?” asks the guy with the handlebar eyebrow piercing as he ushers me into an abandoned loft in New York. Inside a room covered with posters
“How are the fingers?” coder Jim Dosé asks artist Kenneth Scott, as they stand in the kitchen of id Software’s Mesquite, Texas, headquarters. “Shattered,” Scott replies wearily, waving a splint – the
“HEY, GRANDMA, YOU GOT A TOWEL? I NEED TO BREAK GLASS.” IT’S a humid afternoon outside a modest home in Gibsonton, Florida, carny capital of the nation, and the world’s youngest torture
The moment he boots up case file 371, the detective gets that twisted feeling in his gut. Ed Lake – blue button-down shirt, gray hair, hangdog jowls – studies the evidence alone
“Camilo! Hey man, come on,” slurs a drunken surgeon, “I want to show you some hot chick.” It’s happy hour at a hip outdoor bar in Detroit, and Camilo Pardo, the auto
The most dangerous man in music is ready to rock. It’s Saturday night in San Francisco as Justin Frankel, gangly and bed-headed, ambles through the warehouse garage he aptly calls his “playground.”
The bullets came from nowhere, and there’s plenty of nowhere in Newport, Tenn. An hour into the sticks east of Knoxville, this country town of 7,200 is little more than a piss
It’s late one Wednesday afternoon, and CptPokr is logged on to PartyPoker.com and ready to play. Onscreen, the captain exudes a certain brash charisma – broad shoulders, immaculate brown hair, restless animatronic
Every day after school, 11-year-old Tyler Gagen hurries home down the country roads of Hastings, Minnesota, to play with Buddy. “He likes hot dogs and cake,” Tyler says of his pet. “I
