Frank Szachta has a nervous habit. When he smokes, which is often, he holds the lit cigarette between his thumb and index finger. He takes a drag, then presses the fresh Winston Light through a series of cartwheels, lacing the burning cylinder into an invisible cat's cradle around his fingers. It's graceful, almost unconscious. To a pot-smoking fifteen-year-old, it's... More >>>
By Becca Young
What cult? Ex-Crossroads client Jeff Winkler calls the
program's detractors "a bunch of bitter-ass people."