Being blackmailed by my Mexican gardener should’ve made me angry. To my surprise, it kinda didn’t. This week: a good old-fashioned L.A. noir involving plots, plans, and plants. Call it Shrubble Indemnity. Like most Beverly Hills homeowners, I don’t do my own gardening. Sure, I’ve been called lazy. Fat and lazy. Fat, lazy, and work-shy. … Continue reading L.A.’s Brown Bastards