Three years ago, Inna Simone logged onto her computer, expecting to see her standard Microsoft desktop. What she encountered instead was unsettling.
On the afternoon of Oct. 4, 2011, a backhoe dug into an excavation pit in Elmhurst, Queens, and struck iron. Construction workers assumed they had hit a pipe. But when the claws of the backhoe emerged from the ground, it was dragging a body clothed in a white gown and knee-high socks.
When Larry Nolan decided to fix his deviated septum — so askew that his nose was visibly crooked and airflow was almost nonexistent — he knew he needed to find a skilled plastic surgeon.
Most people won’t trust a stranger to buy them a shirt — let alone choose a tattoo for them.
Even the wrappers at burger joints are fattening.