It’s a small gas station nestled onto a mountain road, fluorescent lights buzz overhead. Rows of dusty candy and other road trip essentials arranged in neat lines on beige metal racks. Lottery tickets and cigarettes, a cacophony of color and plastic wrapping, create a wall behind then worn red counter. Read more…
In the past four months, I have become gripped with tracing a major drug pipeline in the United States. From what I’ve learned, this pipeline stretches from Chicago to Philly, working its way through small towns and sleepy cities in Indiana, Ohio and West Virginia. From Philly, it continues north Read more…
It’s a small hole-in-the-wall place, somewhere that doesn’t even make it into Google Maps results. There’s no sign lit outside, no open sign in the window, just a few neon lights and a handful of cars in the gravel lot when I pull over on the county highway. I’m in Read more…
Sunday night, I stopped in a gas station in a small town in Illinois to pick up ice. The man in front of me was rather unassuming, probably about 5’8” with tanned skin, cropped hair, jeans and a black sweatshirt. Someone I normally wouldn’t have looked at twice, except — Read more…