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Guantanamo Bay probably provokes one of two images in your mind: a torture camp or a real-life Arkham Asylum. Either way, you're wrong. I was there.
The gulf between the newsworthy and the filler has been widened on an enormous scale. Here are just some of the reasons journalism has gone (and continues to go) downhill.
I've been in six psychiatric facilities in three states, from the fancy McLean Hospital to crappier state-run facilities. But I'm better now, and I swear that all this is true.
I was hooked on one of the most addictive drugs in the world for over a year and along the way I learned that this kind of habit is nothing like what we've been told.
My name is Jay, and I have cystic fibrosis. While I'd gladly trade CF for the ability to fire optic blasts or control the weather (I won't even get greedy and ask for a superhuman healing factor), it's still taught me a few things.
My name is Mischa Oldman. I train dogs for a living, and you don't know as much about your best friend as you'd like to think.
I had a Hollywood-type image of war in my mind before I went overseas to hunt for roadside bombs. That's when I realized how wrong I was.
My fairy tale lasted 11 months before they abruptly dropped me from my recording contract without ever releasing my album, despite my first single going gold (selling over 600,000 copies in just a few months).