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 Black Friday

Yesterday was a very bad day. If you know, you know, and if you don't ... well, you can ask me privately, but I'm not going to get into specifics here. I will say I'm perfectly fine, other than being quite shaken and distraught. Also, no, I don't have the covid. To the best of my knowledge.

Maybe my old pal Aiden Riley is right—maybe this is the end of days. Things have definitely never been more surreal. But I must keep pushing on, because what else is there? I must keep believing the refrain I heard again and again growing up, that THIS TOO SHALL PASS. It's the only choice.


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