"We are all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing." ~ Charles Bukowski
This is a teaser excerpt from a larger work to be printed in REVIEWER MAGAZINE that describes the drama behind-the-scenes and hard work of the Northern California marijuana growing industry, where the scene is perfect and the living is clean. Or is it? Stay tuned for more, sportsfans. ~Editor
So Joe drives us from San Diego up to a property just outside of Redding. We got there around midnight, set up camp, and went to sleep. The next couple days blew. This was my first day waking up without opiates in almost a year. I won’t gross you out with too many details but let’s just say I had the flu times ten. This normally lasts anywhere from two weeks to two months depending on the severity of your habit but for some reason (I have theories) when you’re in the middle of nowhere, away from everything you know, you don’t get as sick and you recover faster. I think this is because without any chance of getting more opiates the mental part of withdrawal — which translates largely into the physical — ceases to be. I have experienced this several other times while in jail. Between other addicts I have talked to and my own experience, I have concluded that this is in fact a thing, although no one really seems to know why. Anyway, it takes about three to four days to get out of bed and start work.
The landscape is beautiful. The dirt is a rich blood orange color speckled with sparking quartz crystal, blood-red Manzanita contrasted by their forest green leaves, White Oak stood here and there adorned with minty green Usnea moss. A myriad of caterpillars wriggled and swung in the breeze from silk with a rainbow shimmer from the morning sun. Juxtaposed in the center of all this nature was the fence — a crude mesh of chicken wire and chain link with a barbed wire crown for keeping rodents, deer and human alike at bay so the beautiful green and purple ladies within could grow undisturbed.
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Below: Marijuanaville photos provided by the author.
James Deen, Golden Boy of Adult entertainment, has recently come under attack in mainstream news websites like The Daily Beast, The Washington Post and The Huffington Post with accusations that he has “boundary issues” and likes rough sex with his ladies both on screen and in his personal life. This is from stellar leading-ladies of the adult industry as Joanna Angel and Deen’s own ex-girlfriend Stoya.
Deen replied to the accusations the same day via his twitter account, calling them untrue and “defamatory”. I guess we’ll see how this plays out and if the porn biz is as forgiving as, say, pro football or national politics. Yeah, we’ll see.
So, here’s my pic of the wild dude himself at the 2015 Adult Entertainment Expo in Las Vegas’ Hard Rock Hotel, photo by me, Reviewer Rob, ReviewerPhoto(.)com.
The suddenly embattled porn swordsman is 29 or 30 years-old now, and has been going at it since he was 18. That has to be a lot in porno years. Maybe as a farewell tour he can do a parody video called NO PORNO FOR OLD MEN where he plays a sex-crazed homicidal maniac relentlessly pursuing someone who stole his youth?
X opens their show at The Casbah, 11-27-15: this was said to be the first time X had appeared on stage since Billy Zoom had been in chemo treatment. They chose the warm and inviting safety of the naugahyde-padding lined stage of The Casbah for their re-emergance. It was a powerful performance by this legendary band. Here’s the moment Zoom walked on stage and was joined by Exene Cervenka, John Doe and drummer DJ Bonebreak. Formed originally in 1977, this band has meant and still means a lot to countless lovers of their music, punk rock mixed with Americana/rockabilly and poetry, and over the years they’ve been through so much. It was great to see X play this night.
Video by the totally amazing Reviewer Rob, Editor@ReviewerMagazine.com, of course.
You should be able to click the pic below for full frame.
A Hand of Glory was a tool used by malefactors in the criminal underworld of yesteryear. Think of it like a kind of supernatural roofie used by burglars and other such nefarious bad actors. Taken from the corpse of a hanged man, the hand was dried, pickled and mummified according to a special process and then it made a thieves’ job easier by eliminating resistance from the occupants of house or building they wanted to rob. Some accounts also said they allowed entry through locked doors.
This of course made it an object of immense value to a certain social element. According to one account, in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Draco Malfoy sees a Hand of Glory in Borgin and Burkes, the dark arts specialist shop, and is told that it “gives light only to the holder.” He buys and later uses it in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. These purported special power may be why one was reportedly found secreted inside the wall of an old house in Yorkshire, England, recently. Perhaps it was put there long ago for safe-keeping or for some other “magic” reason. The California Institute Of Abnormalarts in Burbank has a Hand Of Glory among its strange collection of occult kitch if you’d like to see one in the beef-jerkied flesh. According to the owner Carl Crew, “it tastes like teriyaki.”
Hand of Glory:
A grisly magical charm popular with thieves in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, the hand of glory was a candle made from the dried hand of a hanged convict through a complicated recipe that also included herbs, horse dung, peppers, and salt. The hand would be carefully mummified, and then joined to or turned into a candle using tallow from a hanged corpse. (whether this is from the same corpse is apparently irrelevant). Set alight, the hand is said to have the power to render the occupants of a household insensible, making burglary a simple task.
Pictured below: The Hand of Glory under glass and on exhibit at The California Institute of Abnormalarts, 11334 Burbank Boulevard, North Hollywood, California 91601. When asked about its provenance CIA proprietor Carl Crew would only say it was dated from 1709 and of Scottish origin. Asked how he got it, his pointed reply was “I’m an art dealer, man.” Photo by ReviewerPhoto.com.
Playboy Made America Safe For Adult Entertainment.
by Reviewer Rob
Someone said last week on the radio that when Hugh Hefner started Playboy all those decades ago he probably couldn’t foresee a day when the public would grow tired of seeing pictures of naked ladies. I have mixed feeling after reading yesterday that Playboy would discontinue running nude photos. First, I wonder who the last Playmate will be. And also there is the sense that they sort of gave up the fight for free speech in favor of commercially. But then I think, oh grow up. Playboy has top notch journalism and entertainment reporting in it too.
When Hefner started out in the publishing business in the 1950’s it was a minefield. Society slammed him for almost thirty years before the revolution of the sixties and seventies had the world accepting what was natural and healthy in human relationships. Hefner was at the forefront of that battle.
Maybe another way of looking at it is like this. Hefner was like a doctor who moved to a small town where everyone was sick, and he did such a good job everyone became well. So he could no longer make any money.
In Hugh Hefner’s case though I’m sure he’s got enough in the bank to now enter into a comfortable retirement.