“Now who wants to open for Rakim?” shouted Executive Director Khafre James repeatedly. He was energetically circling a group of about fifteen people, and from his tone it was more of a chant and call-to-action...

By: Kristen Struckmeyer When I got out of class, a small white envelope was waiting for me on the windshield of my car. I could feel my lungs fill with dread and my face glow red as I read the parking...

By: Kristen Struckmeyer Andy Gold was on the trip of his life. “I was completely overcome by the drug,” said Gold. In fact it was one of the only trips of his life. He was not at a rave, not...

By: Kristen Struckmeyer Three men sprawl out of a cramped car and walk across cracks of faded grey asphalt in the direction of a brightly lit diner. Sporting collared shirts, dark pants, and coarse beards,...