"If there's a hell , this is it." -V. K. Roach I WAS a friendly 7th grade student at Precious Blood Catholic Elementary in Banning when it happened — when I became obsessed with two disturbing things: (1) Mark Thomson , my drop dead gorgeous dark-eyed paramour one grade behind me and (2) nasty old chewing gum plastered underneath restaurant tables. Inexplicably, after being seated at any public eatery regardless of where beginning around age 12 — my mind, body, and soul would suddenly be seized by tormenting currents of joy and disgust. Joy, because e ating out is my favorite thing in life. Always has been and will be. Especially when the ocean (Chart House, Malibu) or bean and cheese burritos are involved. And disgust, because the act of sitting down for a meal at any public table grew increasingly unbearable , causing me to unravel on the spot from the inside. On the rare occasion there was a tabl...