When last I spoke to Jef Hickey, here's what he had to say: www.adultfyi.com/read.php?ID=30708. Now he's saying it for himself by writing a My Space blog:

Hickey writes: I haven't written anything worth a squirt (at least online)
since right before I shoved a kiwi sized balloon of drugs up my ass and turned myself in to the lovely folks at MDC roughly nine months ago.

Since I played American Me that sticky, slightly painful, yet mildly erotic, hot June day I really haven't had much time to goof off on myspace trolling for hookers and musing about the harsh conditions of prison life.

(I will I'm just waiting for the day when anything I say or do can't and WON'T be used against me in a court of law. That wondrous moment, by the way, is going to be here in 10 days. Lookout fuckers I'm going to get unholy) Anyway, while my innocent asshole was adjusting to the normal life
and I was getting used to sleeping with 100 other dudes the rest of the world was going on without me...the economy was dying, a black guy took over the country and porn stars suddenly got...smart.

I'm gone from any excitement for nine months and without any warning the crazy psycho sluts that made me watch porn in the first place started writing poetry, dissertations, songs and thoughtful intelligent blogs with a beginning, middle and gooey end. WTF? This is not fair. I want my whores
stupid, messy and with chemical dependency issues I can exploit, not clever, witty, charming, Hemmingway's with slick pussies that think before they fuck. UGH.

I'm not totally disgusted with this sudden influx of adult film stars that
actually made it past the 10th grade; I'm actually taking this as some sort of challenge. The corset has been thrown. Some super hot MILF is ruining my perception of the modern day woman and now I've got to put her in her place. How do you type when you're on your back?

All kidding aside... I've found a muse and what sucks is I'm not fucking her. Worst of all she's from the most unlikely of places ....Iowa..... The only thing great about Iowa is crystal meth, Slipknot and the fucking Field of Dreams movie not some uber babe with a PHD in creative writing and fucking!!! The whole world is going to hell. What's really crazy is she was standing in a cornfield and the voices started.

"If you fuck them, they will cum."

Next thing she knows she's going the distance to the Valley (If she drove here in a VW van I swear, I'll wear a tye dye shirt for a day.) breaking her pelvis for monster cock and chipping her French manicure as she waxes eloquently about it. Damn! Why does inspurtration have to come in the form a wickedly hot sex object (oh she's gonna kill me for that) that could possibly be smarter than me? I'm already depressed that I was born with the wrong set of genitalia, now I've got have a battle of wits with super slut and I'm not getting a happy ending.

This one's a cunning fucker too. She's like all spiritual and shit...not
just the "oh God I'm cumming" kind she's like a sexy prophet. She came down from the mountain in 7" heels and an extraordinary introspection on the trials and tribulations of the Brazilian verses the Canadian. I think
she only uses lube that wasn't tested on animals first. Alright Missy. You wanna inspire me? Inspire me...I dare you. Can I see your tits first?