I walk out of Jack’s office staggering. Scarlet evening sun shines upon the enormous Los Angeles skyscrapers. Business people are heading home, replaced by joyful couples. Gotta take a taxi and ride home as fast as I can. Damn, I’m still wet! I wave my hand trying to stop a cab and lean onto the traffic light post. I’m about to start laughing: I look so much like a street hooker now. The very first taxi skids to a halt in...