Nosferatu, now living in a one bedroom stucco shtbox in West L.A., finds that leaving his castle in Eastern Europe may not have been the best way to meet people--especially when his prospective circle of friends includes the guy working graveyard shift at the gas station. the pink dot driver and the one person in L.A. more confused and blemished than a 2000 year old vampire. Poor Nosferatu. L.A. sure can be a lonely town.
