"Tonight on Fox 11. Where is The King Of SEXXX? He hasn't been seen in a week and no one seems to know where he is. More tonight at 10... I'm Christine Divine, see you then."
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Where am I? Odds are, I'm somewhere fucking. That's what most people would think. Maybe I am. Maybe... I'm not.
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"I honestly don't know where he is." My girl Kate Upton tells those snoopy motherfuckers at TMZ as she gets in her car. Kate takes off and makes a call.
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"The only person that would know is either Kelly (Porn Queen Kelly Madison) or his mom (Kathie Lee Gifford). Yeah... I forgot about Drita (Mob Wives Star Drita D'Avanzo). She might know. I'll give her a call." One of my wives Kim Kardashian tells Kate... another of my wives.
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"He's fine, Kim. He just wants some private time right now. He's fucking stressed out, so he's just chillin. He's fine, I promise." Drita reassures Kim.
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"I bet he's having one of his drug binges with a couple of his hot friends. I would put money on that." A TMZ dude tells his boss. Dumbasses think they actually know me... maybe they do... or...
A cemetery in Brooklyn...
"We had a lot of good times, dude. Some fucked up good times. Ha. Maybe I shouldn't have ever left home. If I would've stayed in New York, maybe we would still be having those fucked up good times." Pouring some rum beside my best friends grave. I'm chillin, sitting here, having a drink with my best buddy. He got killed recently. Mob shit.
We each take a different path in life. Mine was towards the sex world. His... was to here. I've got several old friends that went the crime route. It's sad. Two others are in the same situation as ol Tommy here. Gunned down on the streets.
Tommy and I have been best friends since first grade. Kinda fell out of touch with him for awhile when I first went out to LA in 85. We got back in touch and had been hanging out pretty regularly since. But... real life stepped in and fucked up our fun times.
People think I'm just a sex maniac. I'm definitely a sex maniac. But... I also have another side. Loyalty and friendship mean a lot to me. When you've been best friends with someone for 46 years it scars you when they die. Yep... even me.
"Well... buddy... guess I better get back home." I get to one knee and put my right hand on the tombstone. I pause, thinking about my friend. I never cry... but, I almost do this time. "Love you, brother. Rest in peace." I kiss the tombstone and get up.
Drita walks over to me and hugs me. She's crying. I put my left arm around her and hold her, kissing her head. I take the bottle of rum and chug a shot. I hand it to Drita and she does too. She smiles at me. We kiss.
"And one for Fatty B." I pour out a shot for my best friend Tommy. His nickname was Fatty B. Aptly names, cause of his big ass, fat ol balls. Sometimes nicknames just happen... pretty damn easily. (Smiling salute to my old pal)