Nymphomania or Narcolepsy? 2.0

Man, writing for a living means if I want money I am going to be writing, which is probably the weirdest thing.  Sometimes, writing does not feel like a chore, it just feels right, and everything’s great and I am jammin’.  Then sometimes it is 83 degrees outside and I can walk to the beach and I know that I should stay inside and write like a fucking bandit but I just hear the call of the wild and I am on my bike and flying down the street with the wind in my hair before I have time to remind myself I like to be able to pay bills and eat food.

This morning I interviewed Riley Steele for F-listed.  She’s actually really pretty and nice.  It’s strange when the first thing I want to say about a woman that gets the shit fucked out of her is that she’s the sort of person I wish was my neighbor, but really it isn’t.  Porn stars are good, fun people that know how to swallow a whole dick while working on a macrome bag for their Aunt Delores in Delano, Texas.   Anyways, now I am on the mailing list for press releases for Digitial Playground, so I get to be invited to all sorts of porn star parties and what not, which is always something I strive for.  I’ll remember to write ya’ll from my very first orgy.  I guess that could be the title of my first children’s book for grownups–the Everyone Poops of hard core group sex.  You’d find it for sale in places like Urban Outfitters and it will be your most beloved coffee table book, My Very First Orgy.  Hopefully, I can get the people that illustrated Everyone Poops to draw the pretty pictures for me.  That might be my next dream project.  So awesome.