Bob from Dane posts: It is now 10:59 Friday night. I just finished having a nice quiet dinner and a few drinks at our favorite place, Maggiano’s with a beautiful young lady, Justina Jones, aka Kimberly Sparkles. I was thumbing thru the AVN magazine I received today at the restaurant, and noticed the waiter, the busboy and passers by lingering at my table.

Kimberly has the look of a lady in our industry, and lets just say I have a look. I got to the pages showing the AVN award show, and saw the tickets I was given were for the best seats in the house. I told her I had to take her home. She gave me a look of amazement. She said why, and I said I have to go to the office, at which point she looked at her watch, that expensive one, you . see on the E-channel like Paris Hilton wears, and then proceeded to ask me if I was not attracted to her.

I assured her I was, but I had something very important to do. I rushed to office, sure I would have an e-mail from someone wanting to buy those tickets. My screen was empty except for weight loss products, penis enlargers, generic substitutes for Viagra. I was disappointed , but I am sure anyone who reads this, and sees where these seats are located, my phone will jump off the hook.

Now for the rest of the story. I dumped this girl for my computer. My computer is built nothing like this girl, but I guess my passion for MDA is making me crazy. I keep saying things like a messy divorce, a failed relationship in my writings about MDA, and for the 2 people involved, I hope you will print this. My ex-wife was and is a great woman. She raised 2 beautiful children while pursuing a career. We had a 30 year marriage, and I respect, and I guess love her for all she did, just not enough to stay together.

Then I met a girl from Florida, a great girl with a smile that lit up a room. We tried to make it work, but just could not. She was stuck here in the valley, far away from everything, no car, except when she had a rental, did her schooling on-line, studied like noone I have ever seen, just a terrific girl. We could not make it together, but I am happy to say she is doing great on her own now working a great club in the city, close to everything, doing well. I have the utmost respect for these 2 ladies, and they will both be a part of me as long as I live.

Gene, here is where I am going with this, and I hope you print this as I am saying this because it has meaning. Being married 30 plus years, being in a relationship, even though they did not work out the way I would have liked, and I might add through no fault of theirs, the counseling sessions which should have been done during not after the problems, these are choices we were able to make over time. Most of the kids with neuro-muscular disease, unless we help will never have the chance we have had to make choices about their future. They will not be able to have relationships, good or bad that we have had. I want them to have the opportunity to succeed, and unfortunately fail if that be the case, and I hope they can do it.

Through our efforts, we might be able to give them this time, to feel the joys and pain of life. So once again, I plead with all the people in the adult industry to join those of us who have already started, and help us give them a chance to experience a first love, a marriage, a relationship, all the things we take for granted. Please, those of you who will read my diatribes these next few weeks and wonder what gives with this guy, help us give a chance for a life to those kids with neuro-muscular desease .

Send your tax deductable contribution made out to MDA TO DANE PRODUCTIONS/MDA, 9547 COZYCROFT AVENUE, CHATSWORTH, CAL.91311. On the bottom left hand side of the envelope please write ATT. BOB. I thank you for listening to me and reading my daily letters. Do not let me down, please give what you can I will acknowledge your generosity, just saying you contributed, I will not specify the amount, unless you want me to…do it for you, your family, your career, your health. You will feel great, I promise…now to go home, I hope she lets me in, be well, bob