June 28, 2008 – The Porn Star

            Today I picked up an interesting fare.  He was a sailor who had done a few porn films in the past.  He told me that he had done two of them.  James was his name.  James told me that being a porn star was not as glamorous as some might think.  He told me that there was audition process, where you had to prove your worth.  How that was determined, who knows…  After you made the cut you had to start from the bottom, doing the shit that none of the seasoned porn actors had to do.  Fat chicks, grannies, chicks covered in spaghetti…  You get the picture.  Yeah, I made that last one up – although with the internet there is surely a market for that kind of stuff.  There’s some weird shit out there.

            James told me that the money wasn’t that good, that the girls make all of the money.  That he would be there for hours, and make around $100.  Makes sense, surely there’s no shortage of men out who aspire to be porn stars.  Hell, I’d imagine many of them would do it for free.

            James ended up going to the mall, where most of the sailors go when they come into town.  Usually to stock up on supplies.  He told me that he enjoyed the conversation and wished to ride with me again.   He told me that most of the drivers couldn’t or wouldn’t go on base.  That many of them were dipshits, smelled bad, or didn’t speak English.  Oh how I can relate…