Many outsiders imagine that New York City is a mythical place that transforms every Small-Town Nobody into a Master of the Universe. That's swell for the fortunate few with barracuda-like drive, but what about all those hailing from Elsewhere that are flounder-like, the Minions of the Universe? Meet their advocate: Virginia Antonelli, a wage slave by day and scribbler by night. Originally from San Francisco, she is a New York City transplant who has taken it upon her scrawny shoulders to write these tales centered not in Manhattan's opulent heart, but in its less romantic gall bladder. Lame...