The videotape on the screen in front of me is stark, grainy. The color is garish, almost fluorescent, possibly from too many generations of loosely authorized copying. A shirtless male figure lies face down on a mattress, his head resting on a pillow. His eyes flutter at half-mast. His mouth is puddled in a stuporous grin, and he looks very, very high. The camera pans to reveal his pants dragged down around his knees and a pink vibrator resting on the crest of his buttocks, lazily gyrating with an irritating whine. The mood is hardly erotic. The man on the screen looks like a hostage in one of those videos streaming out of war-ravaged Iraq: disheveled, sleep-deprived, disoriented, and, just maybe, fearing something on the order of an on-camera beheading. ";My name is Joe Francis," he says repeatedly in a damaged monotone, slurring his words in a continuous stream."I'm from Boys Gone Wild, and I like it up the ass."
The copy of this tape currently in the possession of the LAPD
http://hollywoodinterrupted.com/cblo...is-Hilton.html