Skeeter Kerkove leaves me this message Tuesday night: Gene, either you’re asleep or out eating good and having a ball. There’s so much I forgot to tell you about myself, Bridgette and Layla Jade [Skeeter and I had a lengthy chat earlier]. The beautiful things Layla Jade [pictured] told us about Roger T. Pipe, the day we met Layla Jade.

The day we met Layla Jade, was, we got a call. And we went and picked her up in Van Nuys. Her English suitase pimp was about 5’6″ – he had extremely bad posture where the upper back is totally curved in that osteoperosis-look. The majority of his teeth were missing, and he had a Mohawk. It was at a motel in Van Nuys that we met them- in a ghetto, Panorama City.

We picked her up and we drove out to the mid to high desert and met the infamous Chris from Anabolic. And there was a svelte, handsome young black man with the shaved head who later that day we learned went by the name of Lexington Steele. But that’s another story.

Wish we had a dollar for every dollar Chris spent at Anabolic for the privates he had which involved the fist. But who took the fist? The man or the female? Hmmmm. Interesting.