A Note From The Guest Editor

Greetings from Los Angeles, the charming little front-running town that just suffered a devastating cockpunch from a left-fielder who's being unfairly persecuted for his totally innocent use of a female fertility drug.

(What, you don't put blind trust in your steroid dealer when he hands you a fistful of pills and tells you they won't trigger a positive drug test? You're cynical monsters, all of you.)

Daulerio's already given me all the introduction I could ever need, so let's just jump in while he's vomiting up everything he chugged during last night's bender at his favorite three-for-one chocolatini night on the Lower East Side.