Coringa Drive is the yellow brick road's dirty cousin, marked with potholes, left turns, and trashplants off the 405. It's an unlikely memoir of fleeting moments--strange, hilarious, quirky moments--neither bad nor good, right nor wrong (well, maybe wrong). It's a vivid world filled with an unconventional assortment of characters: Italians, Mexicans, Jews, and false bladder infections. It's hard to relate to people when no one understands what's going...