But, believe it, or not, I had one of the most unusual experiences of my life (then, or now) while I was living, or trying to live, in Los Angeles, CA...; and trying (without success, I must ad) to get into the porn business as a porn actor. How many young men have tried to do that? Probably thousands; each thinking they are going to be the latest, and greatest, porn star---someone like, say, the illustrious Peter North (aka Matt Ramsey, etc. etc.) I'll say right here at the start that I didn't. Watching you this way is great. Any chance to touch you, even "playfully" is the highlight of my month. I have no idea what's going on in your mind, but mine is racing. Then, before you know it we arrive at the fair. Just a great time. All the usual stuff. Cotton candy, rides, and a ton of laughs. We sneak off, on a few occasions to smoke a joint and drink a little peppermint schnapps. It's already safe to say this is one of my favorite nights ever. The fair, experiencing it all with you. I. "I was going to ask you to take pictures, but I already made other arrangements."What the hell? Of all the weddings I'd like to do and I wasn't going to get the chance?"That's okay. Just being there will be special," I said, trying to cover my hurt feelings. I mean, Greg was my best friend and I wasn't good enough to do his wedding pics?"Nope, I just can't ask you to be our photographer," he repeated, "because I want you to be my best man!"Damn, blindsided again!"I'd be honored," I said,. If she did something wrong my Dad would take the blame so that she would be spared the beating. He would put medicine on her wounds, that he stole, to keep her from getting an infection for they lived in absolutely filthy conditions. One night when his foster parents were drunk and high, he was forced to rape her, unprotected, while being filmed. These forced rapes continued even after she got pregnant. My dad tried to hide this fact, knowing what would happen to her but after about five.