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...positive people. "I could never have imagined the things I'm doing now in my life," says Hue, 26. "Just a few years ago, I wanted to die as soon as possible." In Vietnam, those infected are usually silent and shunned. Hue became a defiant exception. After her drug-addict husband infected her, she went public, and set up a support group in her native town of Hai Phong. In the past year her group has grown to 35 employees and volunteers, thanks to overseas donations. But Hue is still seeking a new pre-school for her young son, after...
...with Miller Lite. "My friend told me to save the painkillers for when I'm drinking or getting high," says the 17-year-old with a chuckle as she smokes her last cigarette and flings the empty pack into the backyard. She doesn't think of herself as an addict. But she recognizes the signs of addiction among her friends. "I know a lot of people who live by pills," she says. "They take a pill to wake them up, another pill to put them to sleep, one to make them hungry and another to stop the hunger. Pills...
...upkeep of which Willy (Johnny Depp) has turned over to the Oompa-Loompas. He hides five golden tickets in his candy bars, the finders of which are entitled to visit his factory. Besides Charlie, the lucky--ultimately unlucky--winners include a glutton, an overachiever, a video-game addict and a spoiled rich kid, all of whom get sadistic comeuppances from Willy that will perhaps disturb parents more than they will their offspring, since kids have to deal with similar archetypal pests every day in school. Those little character sketches are the best thing about the movie, the rest of which...
Reva P. Minkoff ’08, a government concentrator in Pforzheimer House, is an editorial editor of The Harvard Crimson. She is such a “RENT” addict that she actually enjoys getting stuck in traffic so she can listen...
...from Mrs. Thatcher's Cabinet, Marcos on the stump, Gaddafi playing cowboy on his tractor, mummied to the nose. Come in, boys. The columnist will make sense of all this somehow. After the reporters and the editors have dumped the facts on the doorstep, the columnist, like a jigsaw addict, scoops up the pieces, studies the angles, mulls, clears his throat and says, with as much self-assurance as possible: This piece goes here, and this one here...