My Encounter With Mandeep

It has been a long, long time since I've written a real blog. Since the pandemic days, in fact. But this warrants it. So there I was, going about my usual afternoon busywork at the AVN compound, when I hear a call from downstairs: "Hello?" I thought I heard my co-worker moving in that direction to see what was up, but then a few minutes later: "Hello?" Looked like it was gonna be up to me. So down the stairs I plodded, and immediately found myself face-to-face with a short, pudgy, balding man seemingly of Indian descent, whom I will call "Mandeep" for the purposes of discretion.  "Hello sir, is there somebody I can talk to here? This is the AVN?" he asked me. "Well yes, what do you need?" I asked. "I have traveled so far, I just need to talk with somebody who can help me," he implored. "OK ... what's happening? What's your question?" I persisted. "I want to find out how can I get into the industry?...
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Land Shark Attack Bulletin

Land Shark is a person in my life who plagues my very existence with relentless comments and actions that take great, big, gaping bites out of my soul. My log of LS's latest strike:

So Land Shark finds out that I'm reviewing Kimberly Kane's new directorial effort, Morphine, and asks what I think of it. "It's incredible," I say, to which LS replies, "Figures." I shrug, and LS blurts out, "Pardon me if I question her genius 'directing' talents," throwing up finger quotation marks. "The only thing that whore's ever directed is a cock into her asshole." A second later: "She do anal in it?" Me: "No." LS: "Pft. Worthless. Hey, mind if I have some of your Twizzlers?"

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