Ron Jeremy Here We Come

Okay, I know it’s been awhile since my last post. I offer no apologies, let’s accept the fact that I’m neglectful, and go on from there. Alright, peachy.

An interesting option was tossed my way this weekend. As I was enjoying a band at our local biker bar, my old college roommate, who is now a Marine, called me up and asked me if I wanted to get in on the ground floor of a new business idea of his.

He wants us to be Porn Kings.

That’s right, when Claytdog gets out of the Marines, he wants me and several of our other friends to join him in creating a pornography empire. I didn’t know what to say. The thought of all that untaxed income spoke to me, I have to tell you. But is that really the kind of person I want to be? A middle-aged, balding creep with a beer gut, trying to get college girls to perform lewd acts on camera for cash?

I better stop, I’m starting to talk myself into it.

But really, I think Claytdog was just a little drunk at the time, but if there’s anyone I know who would try to go through with this, it’s him. After all, the reason he is in the Marines ultimately stems from a night he got drunk and e-mailed a military recruiter. He almost literally woke up from a night of drinking to discover he’d joined the Marines.

On other fronts, things remain quiet. Things are starting to develop into a pattern at the job, money is still tight, and I still spend almost every waking hour of free time playing Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords. Kill them dark Jedi, Merlin!

I’m looking for input on the whole porn thing. Do any of you four readers have any connections to the industry, and if so, could you tell me what it’s like? To pass on to Claytdog, of course....