Foreward by Walt Harrington
The Multitudes of Roseanne Barr
She’s TV’s loudmouth Domestic Goddess, desecrater of our national anthem and most of our notions of good taste. And she has a secret. Meet Baby, Cindy, Susan, Nobody, Joey, Heather and the rest: An adventure in Multiple Personality Disorder.
Is Something Burning?
Irene Hurst woke herself coughing at 3:00 a.m. The air was gritty and hot. She felt as if she’d just inhaled a lung-full of ashtray. She shook her husband’s shoulder: “Is something burning?” Inside the largest and deadliest wildfire in California History.
The Secret Life of a Beautiful Woman
She loves big silver cowboy buckles and red Swedish fish, Gucci stiletto heels and Lamborghini trucks. She’s cute as a button, pretty as a picture, eminently do-able, totally unavailable. The Prime of Ms. Brooke Burke.
The Man of Tomorrow Goes to the Prom
Not long ago, he was playing with Hot Wheels on the carpet, making car noises with his lips. Now he’s a high school junior, driving his dad’s former company car, sharing those lips with Kina, his hot, older girlfriend.
“Yeaahhh Baaaaby! The Mark Cuban Story
Mark Cuban is the controversial owner of the Dallas Mavericks, Landmark Theatres and HD Net. Ride along as he makes his first impulse purchases with his newly-minted $2.5 billion fortune: A 24,000 square foot mansion; a Gulfstream V jet; and the Mavs basketball team.
Revenge of the Donut Boys
America’s third-oldest major city has the highest rate of car theft in the nation, sixty-five percent of which are perpetrated by teens and pre-teens. Sometimes it takes two to drive–one works the pedals, the other the wheel.
Fact: Five out of Five Kids Who Kill Love Slayer
Kids who listen to Slayer are “violent and heavy drug users,” says one expert. “The band members worship Satan,” says another. All of which has had a predictable effect on the band’s popularity. Perception meets reality.
Meet Lynn Clark and Steve Bean, struggling actors. They’ve had a taste of stardom but fame eludes them– so far. Welcome to the San Fernando Valley, just over the mountain from Hollywood, where hope springs eternal.
Three months after 9/11, Lt. Colonel Bob Sinclair and his marine batallion are headed to Afghanistan. “You realize that your country has been attacked,” he says. “That’s a deep wound. A slap to the face. You wanna strike back.”
The World According to Amerikkka’s Most-Wanted Rapper
O’Shea “Ice Cube” Jackson is tha Nigga Ya Love to Hate: twenty one years old, a dissident and an entrepreneur, a writer of Rhythmic American Poetry–also known as rap. At home and on the road with author of the landmark song “Fuck Tha Police.”
My Man Desmond
One of the last living descendants of a distinguished Anglo-Irish family, which traces its history back eleven centuries, Desmond Patrick Hamilton Gorges has come to America to seek his fortune–as a butler.
Fifty Grand in San Diego
Shun Ducksworth lives with his wife and two kids in a duplex condo close to the beach. And not far from the edge. A close-up look at the twenty-first century version of the American Dream–an out of work ex-marine playing Mr. Mom.
Hov, Dodd, Karch, and Sinjin are the founding studs of two-man, pro beach volleyball, all of them making six figures a year to play a game on the sand. There is only one little problem: They’ve voted to go out on strike.
Deviates in Love
Swingers like to say that when you enter the door of the orgy room, you leave your clothes and your labels behind you. Welcome to the Elite International Couples’ Fantasy weekend in Pensacola, Florida, where anyone can be a swan.
Is Ditka Nuts?
Iron Mike Ditka, a football man on his annual summer vacation, hunched forward in a hard spindle chair in a country club locker room, playing a friendly game of gin. One hour in, $700 down. “A lot of people say I’m nuts,” he says.
Glenn Sanberg is 92 and lives in Sun City, Arizona. All of his friends are dead, people talk to him like he’s four years old, he sometimes wets his pants, his girlfriend has Alzheimer’s. But it sure beats the alternative.
Mike Sager by Mike Sager
Ever met a stranger who shares your name? How about 39 of them?
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