God, I remember when I first watched porn, getting those old Leisure Time comps thinking it was the hottest stuff around. Just an endless train of broken dreams and getting spooged on by Rodney Moore or Lance Heywood. As far as the talent, it was kind of like those packs of baseball cards you'd buy at the drugstore, 100 cards for three dollars, and they'd tempt you by putting a Mattingly or a Clemens on top before you'd open it to find a bunch of Glenn Hubbards and Joe Sambitos. You'd get a rookie Anna Malle doing an audition, and then a bunch of old slags who looked like they wouldn't have been hot during the Carter administration. Painfully sad interviews of either overly optimistic girls selling themselves by admitting to fucking six of their junior high classmates at once on a dirty mattress in the woods when they were 14, or just flat out scared shitless chicks who don't know what they just walked into. And then out would come some stunt dick like fat Tony Martino, furiously stroking himself trying to get hard....or even worse....the Hedgehog furiously trying to pun his way though another scene with his D-list celebrity roast material. About the only thing I really remember about some of the no names was some young blonde guy who looked like he could actually fuck on camera but haven's seen since because he wasn't fat and ugly enough. The downfall of society could be traced in those freaking VHS tapes, I swear.