A man wakes up in San Francisco, has breakfast, showers, and gets ready for work. As he opens his front door, he discovers a fresh deuce on the stoop of his seven-million-dollar row home. In a previous time, he would have noticed it earlier in the morning when he went to fetch the San Francisco Chronicle and the New York Times or Wall Street Journal newspapers. Today he stumbles past the foul-smelling excrement on his way to see if his Range Rover is still where he left it the previous night. He notices the depositor of the morning gift two...