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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A Phone Exchange With My Dad

Dad: I saw your friend Sasha Grey on the internet.

Me: Oh yeah? What was she doing on the internet?

Dad: Her nasty porn videos.

Me: Yeah, she does those on the internet.

Dad: She's pretty nasty. But you knew that.

Me: I did. [Inner monologue: Exhibit 4,857 pertaining to how I ended up in the porn business.]



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