It was midnight in Los Angeles. Time to hit the hay. Man, was I sleepy. I was just about to descend the stairs when I realized I was eye-level with Franz Kafka's main character in The Metamorphosis clinging to the stairwell ceiling. It was a monster, I tell you!

My first thought was OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD HE'S A MONSTER!!!!!

In fact, I think my face resembled that spill stain on Significant Snail's stove the other day. My second thought was, "Where is my camera? Because when I blog about this adventure I'm about to dive into, I'm gonna need a picture!" (read the rest...)