He began to breathe the air of the industry way back, when hair was funny and drugs had good quality. Even he could do some on-camera work then and all it took was one more pretty country girl with a lot of hopes and dreams. He liked hopes and dreams. They were so fragile it was hard for him not to jinx it all, basically being a self-admitted klutz.
After her fame clocked out, she ended up as a strawberry express BJ hooker on a lil' turkey disount while he was sent among us for a higher cause to uphold. For porn. For freedom. For society. And a bit of ego as well. Today he's more than an institution; he's a silent guardian. A fighter, forevermore an arbiter of light.
Too long for a QOTD nomination, but a very good post -- at least by your grammatically and stylistically challenged standards.
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"Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken."