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...fevers, the others were nauseated, and they all suffered from one form or another of dysentery, an awkward ailment when there's a driving snowstorm and it's 30[degrees] below outside the tent. You relieve yourself however you can, in the vestibule of your tent or in a plastic bag. "It can be a little bit gross," says Erik. "But if you go outside and take your pants down, you'll have two inches of snowpack blow into your pants in about 10 seconds...
...point, I was called the Queen of Plastic Surgery. I did bring it out of the closet. After I talked about all my tucks and jobs, people opened up about theirs. I would be sitting on the couch on the Tonight Show, and someone would lean over and say, "I just had my eyes done" or whatever. I became the clearinghouse for everyone, because I knew all the answers. The surgeons loved me. I loved demystifying it. Of course, I wasn't an advocate exactly. I think people can get addicted, and it can be abused. But it can make...
...running fevers, the others were nauseated, and they all suffered from one form or another of dysentery, an awkward ailment when there's a driving snowstorm and it's 30 below outside the tent. You relieve yourself however you can, in the vestibule of your tent or in a plastic bag. "It can be a little bit gross," says Erik. "But if you go outside and take your pants down, you'll have two inches of snowpack blow into your pants in about 10 seconds...
...miss. This is no mirage; it's the work of a small volunteer group called Humane Borders, which last year began to erect emergency watering stations in the desert to help aliens stay alive as they try to enter the U.S. As the Rev. Robin Hoover hauls heavy plastic containers of water from his car, he explains its mission: "We want to take death out of the equation...
...sets, the group is joined by a boy wearing a striped, bright knit hat; a young man in a button-down shirt; a graphic designer - dozens of young New Yorkers of all shapes and sizes. As 9 p.m. approaches, they file into the gymnasium and flop into hard, brown plastic chairs arranged in the center. "Hi, I'm Andrew and I'm an alcoholic," says the 20-something sitting at the front. "Welcome to Never Had a Legal Drink...