#Drug dealers

Brooklyn has been the target of an incredible amount of ridicule ever since the word “hipster” entered the common parlance over a decade ago thanks to the craft beer-drinking, fixed-gear bicycle riding, vinyl-listening, beanie-wearing, kale-eating, Vampire Weekend-obsessed denizens of Williamsburg

A mobile app developer enjoys a median salary of $97,100 and has a 10-year job growth of 19 percent. Sounds like a solid career to invest your future in. But it takes three to six years of school to get your degree and who has that kind of time? Collin Riley Howard doesn’t have that kind of time.

I was working at a hotel and in a torrid, heartbreaking (for me, at least) on-and-off relationship with a guy who was, in the words of Hannah Horvath, "someone who treats my heart like monkey meat." It consisted of nothing more than me driving an hour out of my way every weekend to have a ...

There’s always a bit of apprehension when you text your dealer and don’t hear back right away. Panic sets in quick. “What the fuck’s up, man? I want my fix.” “Where the fuck is Todd, what the shit?” “Fuck. Shit. Is it something I did? Did I piss off my dealer?” All the while, you never know,

They say to never look a gift horse in the face. They also say to never go on Facebook and sound off on the judge who let your drug-dealing ass off with a slap on the wrist. I’ve actually never heard anyone say that, but I’m here to start the trend. According to Manchester Evening News, Daniel