Some of us are lucky to spend our time in the presence of great people. The rest of us are left with Ron Jeremy.
I’ve run into Ron Jeremy a dozen times in my life. The first time was in an elevator at either Internext or AVN in Vegas. I can’t remember which. I tend to drink at these shows and when I get drunk my memory slips away. This ever happen to you? It happens to me. Often.
My date and I got into the elevator at The Venetian and there he was, the world’s biggest porn star. I said hello, introduced myself, and he grabbed my date’s breasts. So much for first impressions.
I’ve met him a number of times since then. Don’t get me wrong; We aren’t buddies or anything and I don’t have him on my cell. He wouldn’t be able to pick me out of a lineup but that’s fine by me.
I just finished reading his book. (I read a lot.) He’s been in the porn industry since before I was in high school; He’s been around and seen a lot. I was hoping he would name some names and throw some dirt around, but he failed to do so. My end of the industry is a bit different than what he does but I still found it interesting enough.
The last time I saw him was at Martina Warren’s birthday party in SOCAL last September. At one point I thought he passed out but it turns out he was only napping. He doesn’t drink or do drugs which must be difficult in our industry. (I also don’t do drugs.) Later that night we had a wonderful conversation about the porn video industry and Ron was much smarter than I thought.
I’ll be heading down to SOCAL to another party at Martina’s house in a few weeks and I’m wondering if I’ll see him.
