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Kennedy's next novel returns him to the U.S., to Boston. He's going home only in his imagination, but hey, it's a start...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Most Famous American Writer You Never Heard Of | 7/19/2007 | See Source »

...these chronics while on line at an airline counter. He wouldn't give up demanding compensation for something ridiculous, and the agent wouldn't give in, until he finally got to the usual ultimatum: "I'm never flying this airline again." I found myself rooting for the airline. Hey buddy, I said, why don't you start today...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: "Can You Hear Me Now, Sprint?" | 7/11/2007 | See Source »

...healthy. "This-- the stress, anxiety, fear--probably kills me just as fast as doing drugs. I don't know how you can get a grip on this." LaBeouf says it's hard to find people who share his challenges. "It's not like you can go to a therapist, 'Hey, remember the time you showed up and Harrison was doing the whip?' It's that weird feeling that, Oh, man, now you've gotta bring your A-game and there's no playbook. The emotional cost is high. Your life becomes secondary to your work." He doesn't date much...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Kid Gets the Picture | 7/5/2007 | See Source »

...completely sick of them," he says. The youth gang members, sporting baseball hats, baggy trousers and colored scarves, are armed and hyper-aggressive, and speak in a rapper idiom straight out of south-central Los Angeles. Ott mimics their delivery: "I'd like to say to these kids, 'Hey, wake up, bro. You are not going to bust a cap in my mo'fo' ass. You live in a suburban street in Counties Manukau...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Tribal Trouble | 7/5/2007 | See Source »

...backup. Dogs are barking behind the house as though the offenders are fleeing over the back fence. The officers strap on pistols, and with a dog handler as backup, approach the house. A large, angry Polynesian man clad in a singlet and long baggy trousers opens the door. "Hey, you need a warrant," he yells as the officers walk into his house. "Not for this," says another officer. Another man, tall and thin, emerges and glares at the police, swearing, then starts head-butting the support pole of the garage...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Tribal Trouble | 7/5/2007 | See Source »

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