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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I Can't Find My Damn Jeans

My mom bought me two pairs of really nice Lucky Brand jeans for Hanukkah, and one of them has gone missing. I've looked high and low, and they're just nowhere to be seen. I'm really in a funk about this because they were both nice and comfortable, and also my mom is coming to visit in a few days for my birthday, and it's going to be hovering in my brain, filling me with guilt over how I could have misplaced these really nice, comfortable jeans.

I have a slight suspicion that there's a possibility I could have left them in a drawer in the Hard Rock Hotel where I threw a few pieces of dirty clothing during AVN. That would be a damn shame. But I also feel like there's no way I could have done that. But maybe I did. I don't know.

All that's certain is I can't find them anywhere. I really liked those jeans. Goodnight.

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