| Coal miners in Western Va. caught in cycle of drug abuse
He has been going for two years, trading this dependency for the $600-a-day oxycodone habit that made his nose bleed and his wife cry. He is 54, with a pale moustache, a four-pack-a-day wheeze and the drained, sallow expression of someone who has not slept in a long time.When the clinic doors open at 5, the crowd streams into the warm hallway, squinting in the indoor light. Trapp hands over $12.50 at a payment window, then lines up at another window for his dose: 80 milligrams of liquid methadone, mixed with juice in a little white cup. He must gulp it down quickly and get back on the road. His boss expects him at 6:30. .
Mullally poised to make big splash on Broadway
But when it comes to Mullally's performance, the buzz and audience reaction at previews suggest she might be on the verge of a Broadway triumph. Any doubts that she would be able to translate her wisecracking persona from the small screen to a live stage are dispelled within seconds of her first appearance as Elizabeth, the madcap fiancee of Dr. Frederick Frankenstein. Dressed in a stunning gown and flaming red Rita Hayworth wig, she struts, flirts and flounces her way through a musical that greatly expands the film role made famous by Madeline Kahn. Gone is the whiny, high-pitched voice of Karen Walker, the zany, pill-popping character Mullally played on TV; now she's a glamorous socialite who sings power ballads that veer into the lower registers. If there's a lingering connection, it's that the actress — like Walker — oozes an infectious confidence.
NYT: Veterans Are Murderers on 'Downward Spiral'
Just keep on pounding the nails in your coffin NYT. I'd probably have a bigger chance of getting murdered from some punk kid who knows nothing about discipline or responsibility...than a vet who knows quite a bit about both. Do you realize how much it costs to run for office? More than any honest man could afford. -Montgomery Burns .
Tigers' Curtis Granderson, others, talk about how strip clubs are ...
It is pro sports' open secret: A legal, but risky, world of women, adult entertainment, testosterone, money and alcohol, where athletes bond with teammates, celebrate victories and drown sorrows over losses. In what used to be old, dimly lit places with sawdust on the floor and a stigma attached to the furtive patrons, athletes now are in plain view at a new breed of high-end "gentlemen's clubs" with VIP sections, late-night dining, limo service and, increasingly, trouble. .
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