So that's where all the old porn stars go.

I thought they had a dude ranch somewhere. Now I know: Unmarked graves. Potters fields. Witness protection programs. Canned commodity meats.

No wonder they ALL want to be "directors' now. Directors just go to rehab or insane asylums or buy big pretty houses with no furniture except the "fuck chair," and some bad abstract art, and the pool. And the tile. Gotta have that cool Joey Silvera tile. Carpets are too messy to clean all the splooge up out of.