The BlackBerry Trickster
Village Voice, February 27, 2007

Not long ago, a 300-pound conman in hot pink sunglasses parlayed a part time job at a cell phone store on the Upper East Side into one fabulous summer of identity theft, embezzlement, luxury living, high fashion, and fraud. On the trail of a charismatic conman from Flatbush as he blazes a trail through the world of Manhattan preppies.

The Gang That Couldn’t Wear Its Hair Straight
Village Voice, May 30, 2006

During their reign over the cocaine trade in upper Manhattan in the early '90s, the Jheri Curls drove gold-painted cars and wore their hair in a uniform style: long, loose, and greasy. From the safe distance of history, that may sound quaint—a gang of dudes looking like a mid-'80s version of Michael Jackson. But the Jheri Curls were no joke. More than a decade later, their legacy still haunts upper Manhattan: a ghost amid the gentrification.

Toes of an Architect
New York Observer, September 17, 2006

A mysterious foot fetishist is on the loose in Manhattan. His method? Posing as a potential client, he convinces architects and interior designers to take off their shoes and let him perform “a Buddhist foot massage” on their naked feet. Would you let “Marcus” rub your footsies? That depends: How badly do you need a potential client?

The Chuckwagon Stakeout
The Texas Observer, February 18, 2005

Deep in north Texas peach country, a crew of junior-college campus cops set up a surveillance operation, covertly monitoring the lunchtime conversation of the school’s own faculty. But when somebody tipped off the teachers, all hell broke loose at the Chuckwagon.

Little Las Vegas
The Texas Monthly, February 2005 Issue

Gambling is illegal in Texas. But over the past decade, elusive entrepreneurs from around the country have been slipping into small towns throughout the Lone Star State and setting up trailer-park casinos that combine the slots of Atlantic City with the décor of an Office Max and the convenience of a Circle K. At a bust in South Texas, cops shut down a “cyber café” crammed with slot machines, and discover an abandoned safe. What secrets will the sledgehammer reveal? On location, in Kingsville—aka Little Las Vegas—Texas.