I was at the property of performer/entrepreneur Lori Lust the other day, the house having been rented for a shoot. It was an elegant but not ostentatious house in Northridge, near the faultline of the 1994 earthquake and across the street from a church.
There were Beanie Babies in their original packaging in glass display cases as well as coffee table books in the bathroom. There was Wi-Fi Internet and a two-story living room.
There was also a black toilet.
The porn scene was going on behind me but I didn't care.
"I have never seen a black toilet," I said to myself. "Neither a white toilet painted black, nor a toilet so dirty that it had become black. This is a toilet that has always been black."
I wondered if this were an omen of some kind. If so, did it bode well or ill that the seat was up?
"There's no toilet paper," I added.
See also: Lori Lust Agency