One Pocket Ghost
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Excerpt from one of mr3cushions posts today, that brought back memories to me ----->
Close, but no cigar = 'Blackie' (RIP brother) was a great guy and a very good friend of mine back then - but it wasn't Blackie's theater that I worked at back then 1979-1981...instead...
I was managing the porn shop/XXX rated peep show
that was around the corner from the Golden 8 ball poolroom, on Rush st....I could tell a lot of interesting stories about running that place - needless to say, wilder stories, and more climactic , than the poolroom gambling stories...here's two days that quickly come to mind, one good, one bad...
Good day: Playboy magazine came in one day to have me do a long interview with them about how the porn business was much more acceptable now than in the old days, and for me to tell them stories about working there, and about my most colorful customers, etc. - it was kinky fun talking about dildo's and telling dirty stories to a hottie-centerfold-interviewer...:heh
Bad day: One night, around 2:00 a.m. I was straightening out some shelves when the next thing I knew I had a silver automatic pressed against my temple, and a very serious voice was telling me to give him all of the cash...needless to say, I was more than happy to empty out, and I even told him to help himself to some free DVD's as well.....and to this day, I'm still quite fond of that guy - for not pulling the trigger...:heh
- Ghost
Close, but no cigar = 'Blackie' (RIP brother) was a great guy and a very good friend of mine back then - but it wasn't Blackie's theater that I worked at back then 1979-1981...instead...
I was managing the porn shop/XXX rated peep show
that was around the corner from the Golden 8 ball poolroom, on Rush st....I could tell a lot of interesting stories about running that place - needless to say, wilder stories, and more climactic , than the poolroom gambling stories...here's two days that quickly come to mind, one good, one bad... Good day: Playboy magazine came in one day to have me do a long interview with them about how the porn business was much more acceptable now than in the old days, and for me to tell them stories about working there, and about my most colorful customers, etc. - it was kinky fun talking about dildo's and telling dirty stories to a hottie-centerfold-interviewer...:heh
Bad day: One night, around 2:00 a.m. I was straightening out some shelves when the next thing I knew I had a silver automatic pressed against my temple, and a very serious voice was telling me to give him all of the cash
...needless to say, I was more than happy to empty out, and I even told him to help himself to some free DVD's as well.....and to this day, I'm still quite fond of that guy - for not pulling the trigger...:heh- Ghost
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