To get away from porno I’ve been reading a lot more lately and I’ve decided Bukowski was merely an obnoxious drunkard who could sometimes twist a cosmic truth from his ne’r do well life. Speaking of bums yet from another story, there’s also Dean Moriarity who’s merely a self-serving annoyance, not some kind of sad American saint of the streets that Sal Paradise makes him out to be…… Wow, Heather Gables off the Extreme Associates leash is refreshing to say the least, and this gaggle of whores unwittingly try their damnedest to excorcise the black mark that the Witches Sabbath left indeliably on her slutty soul. Who knows, who cares, this is how my mind works sometimes. Yet another fucked up Violation, and as intense as it is, it’s equally refreshing to not have any male talent botching things up. [JM]