The powers that Gawk have been tossing around the idea of putting a man in Los Angeles roughly as long as Bush's been mulling over putting a man on Mars. And despite our laggardliness (yay! new(ish) word!), we still beat Dubya to the punch. Starting today, yours truly (Davey G., not Farago or Spinelli, who're still freezin' their sweet plums off in the East) moves in next door to Brother Defamer. Well, sort of next door. We ditched the Hollywood thing and made like Mike Watt and Charles Bukowski and headed for San Pedro (that's PEE-dro to you, Bunky). So Angelenos, if you've got SoCal-related tips, send 'em our way. We'll see you at the Gardens of Taxco!