He seems a little bitter.

From lukeford.com

Fayner Posts: I guess I can now share with you why I'm no longer friends with Ashley Blue.

I've known Ashley pretty much since she entered the porno business with then-boyfriend Trent Tesoro back in 2001 or 2002 ("I can't remember exactly," Trent told me when I asked for an exact date. "You know how many drugs I've taken since then?" ed not: we do!). Back then Ash was a card-carrying sweetheart, and we became very good friends. As with all my porno chick friends, I did my best at Hustler and LukeFord.com to promote Ashley as a top-notch smut slut in exchange for nothing. That's what friends are for.

Through the breakup with Trent and the now-defunct romance with Jonni Darkko, I remained a friend to Ash, despite also being buds with both guys.

I refuse to speculate about the wheeling and dealing and/or kneeling which led to Ashley winning 2004's AVN Female Performer of the Year, but the result of her award is hard to ignore.

It's hard to pinpoint the exact moment Ashley turned from card-carrying sweetheart to the egotistically holier-than-thou biatch she's become, and to try would just aid in her belief that she truly is the Cat's Meow. All I can say is when my calls and phone messages to Ashley remained unanswered for days then weeks then months I got the feeling I was being blown off.

It sucks when you lose a friend. It really sucks when that friend is a porno "star" and your friendship ends 'cause they feel that they're better than you (and although I've never been told this by Ashley or anyone else she still deems worthy of her greatness, it's too obvious to ignore). Now, regardless of my privileged background, college degree and success as a writer, I've never deemed myself better than anyone. Ever. And when someone in my life is not wanted, for whatever reason, I pride myself in being respectful enough to tell them we can no longer be friends. But when someone like Ashley, a girl who accepts dick on film for money believes she is too good for me and hasn't the gonads to confront me about it, I get pissed off. And when I get pissed off, I write about it. Call it my healing process, call it revenge, call it what you will; any way you look at it, it's something I can not ignore.

Those lucky enough to still be member of Ashley's special club may read this in disbelief. I know I would if I hadn't been dismissed as her chum. But the countless emails and calls I receive asking if I know where she is and if she is okay and why hasn't she returned calls for months speak for themselves, and what they are saying none of these people want to hear.

And what I tell these concerned people who feel abandoned by Ashley Blue is simple and quick and to the point.

Ashley Blue is better than you.