It was on a cabinet in the cramped avocado bathroom suite, its lens facing the toilet and shower. The tiny camera had been there long enough for the mundane to jostle with the intimate on its memory stick. Somebody in their underwear on tiptoe, pushing a contact lens into position. Somebody getting ready for a night out, looking over their shoulder to check out their bum.
San Fernando Road, Glendale. All the better to show off the ample ink decorating the gals who gravitate to the stage here. Its locale (and popular live heavy metal nights) continue to attract a less aged-perv type and a more bodacious booze- and sex-seeking scenester crowd. Just like at home … sigh.