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A candid interview with porn star, Brock Hardwood - Part 2
What about drugs? Are there drugs on the set?
Yes! Always! All kinds! But, I only do alcohol, coke and weed. Fuck that other shit!
What other shit?
Speed, meth, smack all that shit! I just do the basics.
Do you have to pay for it?
No! It's all free!
Groupies and even guys who just like to hang out on set or party with us. They want to try and catch some leftovers. If you know what I mean.
No. What do you mean?
You know. When everyone is wasted you might sneak in and get some.
Sounds pretty shady!
It is. Sometimes, when I've had too much. And I'm out of it, I find a chick or even a guy sucking on my dick. But it's cool. No harm done. Just a part of the business. The lifestyle. Sex and drugs.
Do you consider yourself an alcoholic or drug addict? Or even a sex addict?
I don't know. Maybe.
Could you stop the sex and the drugs if you want to?
I don't know. I certainly don't want to at this point in my life.
What about aids std's?
I get tested regularly.
Have you ever caught anything?
No, not yet.
Do you know anyone who caught a STD or AIDS?
Yes. A few.
Doesn't that scare you?
Of course!
Has anything really bad happened to you?
Yeah! One time at a party this guy, who was really wasted pulled out a gun. And started waving it around. Even pointing it at me.
What did you do?
Well, what can you do. Play it cool. Don't give him a reason to pull the trigger. I told everyone to stay perfectly still. No sudden movements. And to raise their hands. Then, I looked around for somebody behind him, who could fuck him up. There was this one big guy, so I eyed him; trying to tell him, hey man, you need to fuck this guy up! There was this big knife on the counter, so I eyed it. He understood and picked it up, and took the knife and went down hard on the guy's<b> wrist. </font></b>Almost cut it clean off. Blood squirting everywhere. We tackled him; put pressure on him, so he wouldn't bleed to death. And called 911.
What happened next?
An ambulance came and hauled him off. And the police took our statements.
Damn! That's one hell of a story!
Hey, shit happens!
You really handled that pretty well!
It's just the way I see things.
So, you got another story you can tell us?
Sure. I guess so. I was with this chick. After we had been doing it for a while I fell sleep. Then, the chick woke me up with a fuckin' knife at my dick. She said, can I cut your dick off?
What happened then?!
What else could I do, but play it cool. Don't give her a reason to cut my dick off.
Damn! Weren't you scared shitless?
You're damn right I was. My dick is my paycheck, don't want to lose that!
So, what did you do next?
I tried to distract her, so I could grab the knife from her hand.
Were you able to do that?
Obviously, I'm still here. And I still got my dick. Eventually, yes thank God!
How did you finally do that? Distract her?
It was surprisingly simple. I looked away as if someone else was there in the room. When she turned to look. I grabbed the knife and belted her in the face. She fell over unconscious.
Then what happened? Did you call the police?
No, I didn't.
Why?!
I didn't want to get her in trouble.
But she tried to cut your dick off!
Yeah, I know. Hey, shit happens.
That's one hell of an attitude you have. Letting people walk, who try and cut your dick off.
Well, like I said, that's how I see things.
Did you totally freak out.?
Well, I could have. But that's not how it happens for me. I just snap into this survival mode. Into this clarity. About what I need to do. It becomes a challenge to survive. To deal with it. It's like life-and-death situations snap me into survival mode. A cool and calm mode.
I guess so. Anyway, what about marriage, a family, or even a girlfriend?
Sure, that would be nice. But not now. Just wouldn't work. When I retire it would be cool.
What about money? Do they pay you well?
Me? Yes! I've got one of the biggest and thickest dicks in the business. So, I sell at the box office. So to speak.
Is there anything else you would like to add?
I don't know. I guess all I can say is, nothing is the way that it seems. There is always the good and bad in everything. Even when you can have all the sex and drugs you want.
mama told me
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLc7LpJTBgzOorQTJkKXdkY9n3zTbtKh4z
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What about drugs? Are there drugs on the set?
Yes! Always! All kinds! But, I only do alcohol, coke and weed. Fuck that other shit!
What other shit?
Speed, meth, smack all that shit! I just do the basics.
Do you have to pay for it?
No! It's all free!
Groupies and even guys who just like to hang out on set or party with us. They want to try and catch some leftovers. If you know what I mean.
No. What do you mean?
You know. When everyone is wasted you might sneak in and get some.
Sounds pretty shady!
It is. Sometimes, when I've had too much. And I'm out of it, I find a chick or even a guy sucking on my dick. But it's cool. No harm done. Just a part of the business. The lifestyle. Sex and drugs.
Do you consider yourself an alcoholic or drug addict? Or even a sex addict?
I don't know. Maybe.
Could you stop the sex and the drugs if you want to?
I don't know. I certainly don't want to at this point in my life.
What about aids std's?
I get tested regularly.
Have you ever caught anything?
No, not yet.
Do you know anyone who caught a STD or AIDS?
Yes. A few.
Doesn't that scare you?
Of course!
Has anything really bad happened to you?
Yeah! One time at a party this guy, who was really wasted pulled out a gun. And started waving it around. Even pointing it at me.
What did you do?
Well, what can you do. Play it cool. Don't give him a reason to pull the trigger. I told everyone to stay perfectly still. No sudden movements. And to raise their hands. Then, I looked around for somebody behind him, who could fuck him up. There was this one big guy, so I eyed him; trying to tell him, hey man, you need to fuck this guy up! There was this big knife on the counter, so I eyed it. He understood and picked it up, and took the knife and went down hard on the guy's<b> wrist. </font></b>Almost cut it clean off. Blood squirting everywhere. We tackled him; put pressure on him, so he wouldn't bleed to death. And called 911.
What happened next?
An ambulance came and hauled him off. And the police took our statements.
Damn! That's one hell of a story!
Hey, shit happens!
You really handled that pretty well!
It's just the way I see things.
So, you got another story you can tell us?
Sure. I guess so. I was with this chick. After we had been doing it for a while I fell sleep. Then, the chick woke me up with a fuckin' knife at my dick. She said, can I cut your dick off?
What happened then?!
What else could I do, but play it cool. Don't give her a reason to cut my dick off.
Damn! Weren't you scared shitless?
You're damn right I was. My dick is my paycheck, don't want to lose that!
So, what did you do next?
I tried to distract her, so I could grab the knife from her hand.
Were you able to do that?
Obviously, I'm still here. And I still got my dick. Eventually, yes thank God!
How did you finally do that? Distract her?
It was surprisingly simple. I looked away as if someone else was there in the room. When she turned to look. I grabbed the knife and belted her in the face. She fell over unconscious.
Then what happened? Did you call the police?
No, I didn't.
Why?!
I didn't want to get her in trouble.
But she tried to cut your dick off!
Yeah, I know. Hey, shit happens.
That's one hell of an attitude you have. Letting people walk, who try and cut your dick off.
Well, like I said, that's how I see things.
Did you totally freak out.?
Well, I could have. But that's not how it happens for me. I just snap into this survival mode. Into this clarity. About what I need to do. It becomes a challenge to survive. To deal with it. It's like life-and-death situations snap me into survival mode. A cool and calm mode.
I guess so. Anyway, what about marriage, a family, or even a girlfriend?
Sure, that would be nice. But not now. Just wouldn't work. When I retire it would be cool.
What about money? Do they pay you well?
Me? Yes! I've got one of the biggest and thickest dicks in the business. So, I sell at the box office. So to speak.
Is there anything else you would like to add?
I don't know. I guess all I can say is, nothing is the way that it seems. There is always the good and bad in everything. Even when you can have all the sex and drugs you want.
mama told me
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLc7LpJTBgzOorQTJkKXdkY9n3zTbtKh4z
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