Being from a small town where everybody knew everybody, it sucked. The local video store(only one left in town when I was of legal age) had a door where the hinges were so dry, they creaked loudly when the door to the adult room was open. Everyone's eyes immediately turned to see who the perv coming out of the porno room was. Oh, and one time the loudmouthed woman behind the counter stated, "I'm glad you told me you already graduated the other day, or I'd ask for your I.D. for these movies" with a line of other people waiting to check out behind me.
Around this same time period, "Bob" hired some miscreant who looked and sounded like an overweight Sam L Jackson. One night he came into the bar where I was working, and when he recognized me, pointed at me and said (very loudly) to his friend, "That's the guy that likes Nina Hartley!"
He wasn't lying though. I was beating off a lot to Nina in those days.
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