The surprisingly dark world of door-to-door magazine subscription crews:

In the eight months the Press investigated door-to-door magazine sales across the country, the industry has seen at least three murders, one rape, two attempted rapes, one stabbing, one attempted murder, one vehicle fatality and one attempted abduction of a 13-year-old girl.

While I would never deign to hold any company responsible for the actions of obviously troubled individuals employed in low-skilled jobs, the article will not improve your opinion of the publishing world:

If the MPA is unaware of dirty canvassing, then its only other choice is to somehow believe that door-to-door companies are the country’s single-biggest employer of college athletes in the marching band whose parents are dying of cancer and who are competing for a scholarship to study theater in London.

Years ago, 17 and sitting idle in Kansas City’s Westport neighborhood, more than likely looking homeless and drunk off my gourd, I was approached by a crew manager for a group not unlike those described in the article.

The pitch was perfect for who he probably thought I was. Free housing, food, travel. I think he gave me a pack of cigarettes and offered to buy me a coffee. After explaining I was a network consultant, on his day off, the manager shuttled off down the street to the coffee house where numerous less-than affluent less-than ideal citizens congregated.

I’m beginning to wonder whether I missed out on a great, regrettable adventure. Which are really the best kind.