L. A. Undercovers

April, 2003

I went to the West Coast to accomplish two things: learn how to make a left-hand turn at a four-way intersection and get laid. I am a New Yorker to the bone--I was born and bred in Brooklyn, learned to drive at 21 and have spent more time in cabs riding home from hookups than I've spent hooking up. But lately I've grown sick of the city; it's gotten to the point where I'm dating the same guys over and over again. I wanted to go someplace shiny, new and carefree, where all the women looked like w...