That's me on the box cover. We 'shot' (did we ever) at the Faultline Bar in Silverlake, in their outdoor patio area, just steps away from a gas station, a city college and a major intersection. Still, I thought what a great location, and then one of LA's flying bacon skillets (police helicopter) whizzes overhead. Amazingly, I was not pulled over and interrogated, as happened to me several times during my tenure in Hollywood.
The cast was a mix of new and veteren talent, but being on the sidelines of the porn pitch, they might have all been superstars and I just didn't know it. Director Rob Allen shacked me up with new comer Gino Romano, now repped by David Forrest, at the lovely Magic Castle Hotel.
I knew just one of the other stars, Andy Dill, and a camera man, Sam Dixon, who pitch hit for a missing guy. It was a hot cast, with various apparatus arranged around the stage, fire pit (not lit, to my disappointment) and benches. I had a high school gym class moment when Rob was setting up tableaus, as in last guy picked.
But that evaporated when I got hooked up with the box cover model, he had it all, body, face, meat- just out of control. Then that wasn't enough, I got to blow Sam Dixon, something I had always wanted to do since the day I saw him.
I got a come shot compliment from Rob. After I was dressed, I was ready to go home and crash, I had photo shoot the next day with Sam X. Before the shoot I took Gino out to Venice Beach to show him the strip and get some clip on's for my glasses.
