Mickey Avalon's performance earlier this year at a downtown San Francisco gallery was one for the Flickr account. Surrounded by chemically baked females who looked barely old enough to own stilettos, let alone teeter around on them, Los Angeles' punk-ass rapper was smeared six ways to Sunday — his kohl eyeliner streaked greasily down his face, his curly rock 'do matted with sweat, and his eyes glazed like a coffeecake. The "kosher salami" could barely mumble the words to his ubiquitous track, "Jane Fonda" (a bouncy little ditty you... More >>>