A surreal moment yesterday: After my usual visit to Virgin (on Sunset), I decide to buy a cup of coffee at Buzz next door and who should be sitting outside enjoying his own cup (although it might have been tea) but Morrissey. I know he lives in Hollywood (on Sweetzer, I hear) but an everyday run-in with the man himself made me lose my senses. Omigosh, it's Moz only a few feet away. I became one of those senseless fans who gawk and act giddy and nervous and can't stop smiling. And who really does that? I decided not to bother him since he was chatting with a male companion. Oh, Los Angeles, you are too hot!