He’s at the gym before the owner, and he must wait by the door, watching morning traffic along a rust-colored stretch of highway 441 in Hollywood. The gym doesn’t have a sign up, just a windowed storefront in a wearisome yellow commercial strip across the street from a struggling car…
In this week’s print edition of The Juice, I wrote about Glen Johnson, a veteran South Florida boxer who’s spent most of his 15-year career facing off against the biggest names in the sport. Because he’s not punching police officers, barking at a judge, or telling anyone he wants to eat…
There are a lot of Pittsburgh Steelers fans in South Florida. But none love the boys in black and gold as much as a 31-year-old North Miami Beach man who’s a package handler at UPS. Or by now, probably, an ex-package handler. Thanks to the Steelers’ late rally over the…
Love is a beautiful thing, especially when it happens 180 feet above a casino parking lot. As if the issue of marriage weren’t contentious enough in Florida with all the votes, rulings and appeals, now a straight couple from Boca Raton has decided to flaunt their legal ability to wed in…
The people who love the Dolphins are having a pretty good year, too. At least if you judge by the recent totals in fan voting for this year’s NFL Pro Bowl. Four, that’s right, FOUR Miami Dolphins are in first place in their respective positions in on-line fan balloting. This…
Hey, South Florida, I know a six-foot-five, 230-pound troubled wide receiver who needs a hug. Come on. By South Florida troublemaker standards, Plaxico Burress is a pussycat. Can we keep him? Huh, can we? There aren’t too many places with open arms for the big guy these days. On top of…
The American Association of White Americans is using the election of the first black president to tell the country a few things about its American organization of Americans. In America. In two open letters addressed to the “Internal Revenue Service and U.S. Senate Wash, DC,” the Lantana-based association declares that it…
First it was the airlines, then the bankers. Now Detroit wants in on the Washington money grab. But one EXTREMELY important industry was left out. Now, according to The New York Times, journalists are getting in on the action with The TypePad Journalist Bailout Program. Jobless journalists would get blog…
Click on the photo for a slideshow. Does that dog look folksy to you? Maybe a little bitchy and ignorant, but still sort of irresistible? Like an evangelical secessionist who knows the real America, hates elitists (like that horrible Katie Couric) and enjoys shopping, right? Now you too can give…
He exits the Starbucks at Federal Highway and Broward Boulevard on a warm Wednesday afternoon. Traffic slows, and drivers stretch their necks to get a better view. A woman in a red Toyota Camry slams on her brakes and rolls down her window. “Oh my God! Is that — “…
They stare at the untied ties hanging around their necks. In the humid weight room at Cypress Bay High School in Weston, several players from the varsity football team are confounded by the unfamiliar swatches of silk in their hands. Despite going to school in the affluent suburb, many of…
Footage is grainy and the voices are difficult to hear over the yelling in the background. The picture shakes as the camera gets closer to Joe Badran, who shouts about the Palestinian organization Hamas. The video, shot in March, shows Badran, a mustached man wearing a gray suit, saying “Hamas…
It began with an awkward phone call: “Would you like to, um, go bowling with me?” “Go what?” “Go… uh… bowling. Would you like to bowl with me? I’ll pay for everything, of course.” “You just want to go bowling?” She was incredulous. “Kind of like a sweet, you know,…
A white boat about the size of a Cadillac labors out of the shadows beneath the 17th Street Causeway. Dwarfed by the gross displays of marine ostentation floating around the Fort Lauderdale Grande Hotel & Yacht Club, the tiny vessel — flying the French national flag — crawls across the…
At a poker table, perhaps nothing is more disturbing than a well-tanned man. This is a man of luxury. Has the time in his schedule to lie beneath the sun so that it may color him. Or worse, he has the time and money to lie in a tanning booth…
A smiling, stubbled man known simply as “Toast” lines up styrofoam cups, uncorks the Patron tequila, and begins dishing out shots. One for the executive producer, Steve “Branzig.” One for show stuntman “OMG Mike.” One for the studio guest, Christian Finnegan. One for the reporter. One for himself (Toast is…
Pompano Beach residents have the filthiest fucking mouths in the whole state of Florida. Well, maybe not mouths but fingers. That’s confirmed by Google Trends, a search tool that allows users to see which countries, states, and cities are typing in certain terms. And North Broward web users have been…
Part of him wanted to lay her down on the bed and hold her and make passionate love to her the way they do in romantic movies. Part of him wanted to get his clothes on and get out of there as fast as possible. And never look back. And…
Camera flashes reflect off her skin-tight, red-and-black rubber corset. Shiny electrical tape covers her nipples. Wearing sleek fishnet stockings and gigantic, lethal high heels, she produces a two-and-a-half-foot black metal strap-on dildo. She buckles it across the latex on her flat stomach. Then the lean, busty 27-year-old turns to the…
This is the old Mike Briggs. Curled up on the bathroom floor — convulsing, sweating, heart racing. Retching into the toilet. The whites of his eyes shot with red. Every part of his body aching. He wants nothing more than the one thing he knows will put an end to…
A woman is giving away her $1.25 million mansion in Ocala. The house, replete with two 50-foot porches, three crystal chandeliers, and a jacuzzi, sits on two acres lush with oak trees, orange trees, azaleas, and gardenias. She will give it — mortgage-free — to the winner of a “pet…
His hulking Russian bodyguard preceded him at every turn. Next came his translator, a thin, bald man with a brown mustache and a thick accent. Then there he was in the flesh, as though he’d stepped out of a James Bond movie, not far from the degenerate gamblers who’d been…
