When I first dreamed of putting Horndawgz together, I also fantasized about being able to quit my day job within a year. Or at the very least, go to part-time status. Based on the amount of work put into researching, business planning, learning stuff I didn't know and many other things involved with creating Horndawgz, I realized very early that the hard-on of handing my resignation and the climax of telling our subscribers they could go fuck themselves would simply have to wait a little longer.

Mind you, I wasn't exactly dreaming of a huge house, fancy cars, expensive gifts and naked boys all around . . . though that would certainly be fun to experience . . . but more the ability to have fun at something I've always enjoyed (PORN!), make money at doing something fun and, hopefully, eventually creating large chunks of time I could devote to my very first passion; writing.

Although I'll have to wait on the ultimate goal, that's okay. We are well prepared (at least I hope we are!) for the journey ahead. It helps that we were warned before-hand not to dream big as far as DVD sales were concerned. With the economy the way it is and DVD sales dropping as more and more people stream their porn, we're still happy with how it's going.

And to ensure that Horndawgz continues to establish itself the way I envisioned, we've added a new dimension. Merchandising!

It's something I've wanted to do from the very beginning. But how to do this without any money? I truly had no clue. However, as "Stray Dawgz" came to a finish, we discovered Cafe Press. And after exploring it a bit, I discovered that just like the technology was there to allow me to self-publish my first book of erotic stories, "A Stroke At Midnight," the technology was also available to bring to fruition my dream of Horndawgz tee-shirts, boxers, and other items with our logo, Spunky Fuzzbucket.

So, if you want to get a jump start on your Holiday Gift List or just want to treat yourself to something fun, be sure and visit our new Horndawgz Online Store! Click here to visit our store.

As always, thank you for reading. And thank you for your support.

        

In 3 weeks, it will be a full year since Horndawg Productions, Inc. was conceived. It grew from a tiny germ of a seed when I bought a cheapo, handheld camcorder at Target.

Many things have happened since then and many people have assisted me in getting to where we are today.

Chase, who I met on Daddy Hunt. He introduced me to David from Hometown Guys. He has also performed for David and can be seen in Hookups #8.

David from Hometown Guys, for whom I was more than willing to fuck on camera. I'm glad we've become friends along the way and that he disclosed he was also co-owner of AMVC, the company that would eventually become our distributor. Very convenient!

Then there is Brian Brennan, an old friend from when I lived in New York. I was reacquainted with him while up in the city helping take care of my mom. He runs the One, the Only, Original Latino Fan Club.

The models I met and worked with as well as the models I did NOT meet but still learned from; like the no-show.

Supportive co-workers and friends; both in person and over the internet. They never tired or flagged when asked for advice and willingly gave of their time, knowledge and experience to the new kid on the block who thought he would have a go at some home-made porn.

Then there were the legalities I had to learn. The tedium of editing and the boredom of watching the same footaqe over and over and over again.

The contracts. The ordeal of incorporating. Setting up a business checking account.

And now, here we are!

Our first release, "Stray Dawgz" is finally available exclusively through AMVC! The DVD was released yesterday, Friday, November 7, 2008. Pick up your copy today by clicking here!

I have to admit that I'm very proud of what we've accomplished. Sure, it's just porn. Big deal, right? But it is to me. I'm happy with the way the DVD turned out; from the models, the overall look, to the comments friends have begun to share with me.

I hope you like "Stray Dawgz" and that you have as much fun watching as we had filming. We have many more projects planned and look forward to any comments you may have about "Stray Dawgz" or suggestions on adding to our line-up.

As always, thanks for reading and be sure and remember: pick up your copy of Stray Dawgz today!

        

Every year, my partner and I throw a huge Holiday Bash. We invite everyone we know, personally and professionally, and have an all-day Open House. It entails a lot of planning, a lot of cleaning and a lot of cooking. It's also the time of year where e-mails get updated the most!

The tree is usually up by then, lights are strung up all over the place and a fun time is usually had by all.

But the next day, to me at least, is like Christmas is over. I walk around numb and depressed for a few days before getting back into the swing of things.

That's kind of how I'm feeling now. Except that in this case it's probably more like Postpartum Blues. Well, okay. Actually it's probably more like Post Production Blues. I didn't carry anything inside me for 9 months (thank God!) but I may as well have; many things have come to fruition. If you've been following, you'll know.

Some of it is probably due to the fact that only last week I had an unexpected surgery, but there's more to it than that. I'm feeling kind of listless, kind of down, kind of . . . well, blue. From what Michael, the owner of Black Boy Addictionz tells me, it's natural. I just have to jump back on the camera and start filming again. We'll see. Now that the Holidays are actually near, there won't be enough time for filming. But that's okay. There's a large project at work, as well as our upcoming Holiday Open House, to distract me. And, although I'll go through this all over again, by then I'll be free to start planning our follow-up DVD!

Gee! I feel better already!

        

Good news all around!

I continue to improve after an unexpected appendectomy. I'm moving about easier, taking the stairs a bit more naturally rather than stepping up or down one at a time like an old man, and can do a bit more than I could a few days ago. I still can't lift anything heavy and if something falls on the floor, either the dogs will eat it (if it's food) or it will simply lay there as I still cannot bend down past a certain point.

Overall, I'm not in as much pain as I once was. However, my belly button, where they pulled the appendix through, still hurts like a mother fucker, though! It feels like the timer in the turkey is about to pop! Quick!!! Somebody baste me!

In the meantime, Horndawg Productions, Inc. is now official! Woo-hoo! Yes, we are incorporated. The Articles of Incorporation, along with the Tax I.D. Number are in. I received a call from the accountant a little while ago but, naturally, since I'm unable to drive as of yet, they will have to wait until next week.

Also, "A Stroke At Midnight," my first self-published book, is now available through 3 booksellers now that the ISBN number has come through. You can still purchase the book for print or download, through Lulu.com. Or, if you prefer, you can purchase the book through Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, and TLA! Just click on your favorite retailer and the link will automatically take you to that page.

Thus far we have a total of 6 sales on "A Stroke At Midnight"; not exactly a brisk business. Hell, it's not even luke warm but, frankly, I'm not exactly publicizing it except for here on the blog for now. Once "Stray Dawgz" is up for sale (see next paragraph) I will then focus on trying to get some publicity for the book.

And speaking of "Stray Dawgz," our first release as Horndawg Productions, Inc, is complete! We have signed exclusively with AMVC to distribute and anticipate an on-sale date of 11/7/08. However, this could change. Stay tuned for the exact release date! In the meantime, hopefully this trailer will whet your appetite!

Stray Dawgz Trailer

As always, thanks for reading, post if you feel like commenting, and enjoy!

        

Livin' La Vida Extreme. No, I'm not talking about Ricky Martin shaking his bon bon in my direction; though that would be nice. Nor am I talking about extreme sports, fitness or challenges.

I'm talking extreme living of the roller coaster kind. High peaks and low valleys punctuated by the daily grind. Yes, life this past year has been anything but boring and bland.

Sure, there have been tedious moments or the routine of getting up in the morning, stumbling down the stairs to feed the dogs and cats and pour my coffee all without killing them or myself in the process. Of course, there's the usual bill paying stuff and grocery shopping, but it's all been a bit more tweaked, more fine-tuned; as if a filter of higher sensitivity has been placed in our living module, thus affording us a bit more awareness.

Unlike life before November of last year, life now has simply been . . . well, more lived, more deeply felt. Not sure if it's the state of the economy, the way I've been perceiving life in general since starting Horndawgz, getting older, or just a combination of those things plus other things I'm not yet seeing.

Example: Just a few short days ago I was battling the feelings of riding high from having completed a project, while at the same time, also dealing with the shortsightedness of time and other technical issues. Then, when I was getting ready to write about my self-published book, the ISBN number and the thrill of finding it, not only on the Barnes and Noble website, but Amazon.com as well, something happened that will help me illustrate the sharp contrast of extremes which has been life as of late.

Tuesday morning about 3 or 4 a.m., I woke up to go to the bathroom and became aware of a dull stabbing in my right side; just under my ribcage. I thought nothing of it. I figured I either had not drank enough water, was constipated, or I ate something that didn't agree with me.

But when I got up several hours later and the feeling had not only intensified, but spread to the left side, I began to wonder. I thought I would call in sick but didn't feel right doing it since I was off two days just last week. I talked to Niko about the symptoms and we both agreed I was probably just constipated; it had happened once before and the feelings had been similar.

So, off to work I went; it was about 8:30.

I mentioned it to my Boss when I got to the office a few minutes later. He asked if I still had my appendix. Which I did.

As I tried settling into the day, the sensation grew progressively worse; in fact, it felt as if my insides were on fire. Portion of my intestines felt as if someone were playing a wild Moroccan tune, undulating and bubbling.

Somehow, I managed to walk home after dismissing myself for the day at just after 9 a.m.

Reduced to near tears, with a low fever, and feeling as if I was going to pass out, I realized, this was no ordinary sensation. Something was wrong. I just didn't know what. I tried to calm myself down by focusing only on the moment; but guess what? Focusing on the present, the right here and now is NOT a good idea when what you are experiencing is pain.

Armed with my heating pad, my cell phone, and our three pugs to help keep me warm, I made my way upstairs where I collapsed, with my clothes on, to see if the sensation would subside.

But the heating pad didn't help. In fact it only made matters worse. I called my doctor's office to see if they had any answers to my questions. The voice on the phone . . . MJ? DJ? PJ? . . . said he was no doctor but it sounded as if I needed to go to the hospital. However, he had an opening at 11:30 with my PA (physician's assistant), if I wanted it. And a part of me did. Who wouldn't?

Hot, bearded Dan Brown. Yeah, even when I'm not feeling well I sometimes think of sex!

It was his last day yesterday and a small part of me wanted to see him before he left for his new position in Miami; I've had the hots for Dan Brown ever since he first got rid of the migraine headache I had several years ago that lingered for nearly two weeks.

But by the time Niko got home, just after 10:00, I knew that I would not be seeing Dan Brown or anyone else at the Doctor's Office. It was the Hospital ER for me and I knew it. There was no point in fighting it.

My awareness continued to slip from there, due to the pain I was in. I barely remember us getting to the hospital. Somehow I lasted the wait in ER but didn't last 5 minutes in Triage when I threw up, twice, after drinking Crystal Light with contrast; the nurse and doctor on duty wanted me to drink the stuff since they thought a Cat Scan was in order.

I won't bore you with the rest because, frankly, I'm not sure I remember much about it. Somewhere along the line I was given morphine for the pain. And sometime around 4:00 in the afternoon, or thereafter, after two doses of morphine, two bottles of Crystal Light with contrast, kept down with some anti-nausea stuff (Klonopin?), I had the Cat Scan and was dutifully informed by an efficient, industrious, cute blonde nurse in tight blue clothing that I was going to be prepped for a laprascopic appendectomy.

By that point, I was riding the morphine drip. He could have told me I was about to be fucked by King Kong and I wouldn't have cared.

I was rushed through surgery and before long, found myself waking in a hospital room as if no time had passed.

And now, here I am, at home, released from Broward General yesterday about 4:30 p.m. I have an incision in my belly button, one to the left of it, another to the right. I'm uncomfortable, but nothing compared to what I felt Tuesday. In fact, I'm quite fine if I don't feel anything extreme for a few more days at least!

The light in the room is waning, the ceiling fan is whirring softly and outside I think rain has begun to patter on the leaves in the trees. The dogs are surrounding me and the effect of a Percoset is still trying to claim me so I think I'll leave now and coast for a few hours. Yes. I will be content laying in the valley of a low moment while somewhere outside, I'm sure, another extreme moment awaits me.

        

Porn. Porno. Pornography. Smut. Dirty, filthy pictures. Blue films. Call it anything you want. The most fun about doing porn is filming and watching people fuck in front of you. Interviewing them can be fun, too! Of course, if they let you finger them or if they offer to suck your cock, that's even better.

However, there's a side to this industry that is much more tedious and boring than viewers realize. I know I sure as hell didn't know about it. Shows like "Californication," as well as Hollywood, make shooting porn look glamorous. They make it look spontaneous, like anyone can do it!

At least that's how I've always seen it. And that's what I've always thought.

The impression is also given that the adult industry is drug-infested and alcohol flows like rivers. But the truth is, at least thus far for me, that nothing is further from the truth. It can be a very serious business with difficult challenges and it's not all fun and games. Sure, watching people fuck is hot! But it's difficult to get people in front of the camera (everyone wants to be a fluffer), sometimes deal with not very nice people, the no-shows, the late ones because they're flip-flopping, and of course, post-production and legal.

After everybody cums, you get to clean up the mess.

First, depending on how you film, you have to download (or upload; not sure which term to use) your digital files to the computer for editing. That takes a while and is tedious. And if you're a smut junkie like me, unless you have a second computer, you can go through withdrawal symptoms while you wait for something to finish downloading.

Editing isn't exactly a picnic either; especially for me since I don't have that type of an eye. At least not yet. My partner, being an artist, has more of a visual grasp for that sort of thing. I'm better at the written word; at least that's what I've been told.

The entire process then becomes even more tedious still with the paperwork involved, as well as the attention to detail you must give a project from beginning to end, in order to make sure you cover your ass. Otherwise, our illustrious government can come knocking on the door; and it won't be gently. There will be sand in the Vaseline.

I say this because we have finished (finally!) the Master Copy of "Stray Dawgz" for our distributor. The contracts and other necessary paperwork have been read and initialed. I just need to sign on the dotted line when our friend David, who runs Home Town Guys and is co-owner of AMVC, comes to Fort Lauderdale. Then I just sit back and wait, or get back in front of the camera, or behind it.

Oh! I almost forgot about the Master Copy. It's been viewed not once but twice, to ensure there is no pixelation or any other problem of any kind that could cause problems for duplication.

Seriously? I had no idea . . . absolutely NO fucking clue about the work involved or the steps one needs to take. In fact, I've got two words for this part of the process: BORE-RING! Hmmm, although since it's porn, maybe it should be BOAR-RING?

However, despite the tedium of this part of the business, regardless of the paperwork involved, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I've learned so much and grown in ways I never thought possible. And I've enjoyed my trip thus far. I expect it will be even more exciting once the DVD is actually available for release, which should be some time between early and mid-November.

I would imagine that the first sales check, regardless of the amount, will be even more exciting still! Hopefully as much fun as watching people fuck!

With any luck, "Stray Dawgz" should be out November 7. I am currently working on a mini-teaser movie clip and hope to have that completed by the end of the week.

Be sure to stay tuned!

        

Since embarking on this new, crazy quest of getting into amateur porn, I've begun to feel a change within me that is, thankfully, not for the worse; at least so far. I feel more confident, more alive, more interactive with the universe. And strange things have begun to happen as a result. I've become more adventurous, more willing to try new and different things. I've begun to alter my mind frame from "Why bother?" or "What's the point?" to "What if?"

And the possibilities . . . well, they appear to be endless!

Another thing that has begun to happen is that I'm actually starting to understand the importance of letting go and accepting, along with living in the moment. Right now, this very second.

I give thoughts to yesterday; everyone does. But I feel myself living less in the past.

And naturally, by the same token, I give thought to tomorrow. I always have and probably always will. Unfortunately for me . . . and my poor partner who puts up with me . . . I am one of those people that lives today while 3/4 focused on tomorrow. You know the kind. We're the ones that go around saying, "I'll be happy when . . ." Then when that when comes, whatever the "when" is, you know what comes next . . . "I'll be happier when . . ."

Yes. I am (was?) one of those people. On the outside, the face I present to the world is smiley, upbeat and positive. The inside, however, has always been far different than how I am perceived.

But things are changing. I am changing and continue to do so.

And I only realized it last night because I've been feeling something I hadn't truly felt in a very long time, if ever. I felt good. I felt happy. I felt . . . truly content and honestly meant it. Only I just didn't know the feeling was.

The irony about all this hit me while watching "Baby Mama"; which, coincidently, is a fun and warm movie whose sub-plot is about letting go, stepping out of the way and letting things happen.

It wasn't until after the movie was over, after internally (and subconsciously) analyzing the unknown feelings I'd been having lately, that I realized what the unknown feelings were; I felt good.

Yeah. I felt good. In fact, I still do!

But last night, after realizing and recognizing the fact that I was feeling good, I was suddenly filled with apprehension and fear, overwhelmed with worry. Then I wondered, "Why?" I mean, what the fuck? If everything feels like it's going well, or if I feel, finally, comfortable in my own skin, accepting of who I am, beginning to let go of things in the past, learning how to not worry about stupid little things, then why suddenly feel as if I were waiting for the other shoe to drop?

I can't figure that one out. Maybe because I'm too accustomed to living the other way? I don't know.

The odd thing about the "feeling good" part is that I'm not certain if it's due to getting older or the experiences of the past year with getting Horndawg Productions up and running. Or perhaps it was both, with a smattering of meeting like-minded individuals along the way. Regardless of the reason, perhaps it doesn't even matter? Perhaps where I've been and where I might be going aren't as important as where I am right now?

Do I have problems? Yeah, but, everybody's got those. Can things improve? Absolutely! Things can always improve.

Perhaps the lesson here is that feeling good is part of the process and I simply have to make room for another guest in my life that has not made it's presence felt before.

Yes. I feel good. And that feels right.

        

So here I am again.

It's 6:30 eastern and I'm in the bedroom. I'm sitting on the gray, carpeted floor accompanied by a room full of shadows and The Eagles, one of the greatest rock bands of all time, listening to "Wasted Time." It's a sad, pretty song that I think needed to listen to after watching the master copy for "Stray Dawgz."

I was so excited when I popped the DVD out of the computer. I took it downstairs, holding it carefully, like a newborn pup. I turned the television on, the DVD player, and the satellite box; our t.v. won't play unless the box is on. I was so excited my hands were shaking!

The USC label looked good. The performance dates, the keeper of records info, in short . . . everything that needs to be upfront was there. The menu screen appears and I could barely contain myself. I actually had a good semi hard-on going I was so excited! I clicked on the Chapter Selection button, everything appeared the way it was supposed to. The sound was as good as it was going to get considering the cheap-o camera; the video was as good as it was going to get, considering this was my first porn movie shot. And for amateur porn, I thought, "Damn! This looks pretty professional!"

And then I get to the very end.

There really are no credits as each model's name appears at the beginning of their segment; I don't believe in wasting time when it comes down to getting off. But at the end of the very last segment, there's a brief credit for the editors; my partner and I. And then, the piece de resistance (pretend I just said that in a French accent) a plug for our website as well as the blog. This blog. A blog I've had for nearly a year on Google Blogger; a blog that I transferred to GoDaddy myself, after much angst. And guess what?

I MISSPELLED THE FUCKING BLOG URL!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, even though I felt as if I wasted my entire day, after listening to The Eagles, I guess it wasn't wasted time if I learned something from the experience, right?

Yes, another lesson learned. And what exactly have I learned? Spell check, spell check, spell check! Even then, show someone else so THEY can take a look as well. A second and, sometimes, third pair of eyes never hurts. And in the end, most importantly, DO NOT RUSH!

Otherwise, the disc looks good.

Tonight, before going to bed, I'll set it all up again and check it in the morning. With any luck, it won't be wasted time because I'll be sleeping!

        

In anticipation of the things we needed to do yesterday and today, I took some vacation days off from work. In retrospect, perhaps I should have taken another day.

I woke up at 9:00 this morning, looked at some porn, jerked off, surfed the net, then, when an internet buddy popped up on Yahoo chat, I jerked off a second time. I finally started moving towards what I intended to do today about 10:30, maybe 11:00.

First I read the contracts from AMVC; still not done. A lot of information to digest and my brain can't handle legal jargon without two cups of caffeine, at least. Then I started working with iMovie and iDVD to complete the Master Copy of our first release. Had some difficulty with that, so took another break.

I finally got back to work on it in earnest about noon, after placing a call to David, one of the co-owners of AMVC and also the producer of Home Town Guys videos.

And here it is, nearly 4 in the afternoon. Not only did I waste time this morning, I have severely underestimated the amount of time needed to complete the Master Copy for "Stray Dawgz." Thus a note to self: if I think I only need two hours to complete a project, allow myself 3 times that amount.

Another lesson learned.

I think, though, my inability to gage time is partly due to my innate inability to make decisions, partly due to being prone to procrastination. Librans are, after all, indecisive procrastinators who love to lounge. It doesn't help that I'm also a Tiger in the Chinese zodiac.

The good thing is that once we make up our minds to go, we better damn well get there. The bad thing is that we better damn well get there FAST! And so, another note to self: I must learn to relax and enjoy the ride as I go, once I decide to start the engine. And if nothing else, I had better have my homework done before I leave.

Yet another lesson learned.

So, while the status bar on the program reads "Encoding Video," I thought I'd take a break and update the blog with an entry I've been meaning to work on for a while. Ironically, one of my readers -- Black Boy Addictionz -- of whom I am a big fan, beat me to the punchline when he wrote an entry on the work of an artist we mutually admire; Oliver Frey. Read his blog entry here. It's ironic the people I've met in the porn industry with whom I share similar thought patterns. Spooky!

However, the difference with this entry content is the artist.

Brian Mitchell, a local in South Florida, is the force behind Rough Canvas. He is amazingly talented and happens to draw some of my favorite type of art; erotica.

I first met Brian at a Toy and Comic Book Convention here in Fort Lauderdale and have admired his work from the moment I saw it. Sexy, as well as talented, I purchased one of his pieces but he always leaves me hungry for more. I look forward to seeing him again and viewing his portfolio first hand as nothing beats the real thing.

Take the time to click on the banner to his website and check out his work. The banner appears both in the sidebar and at the bottom if this entry. From cartoon characters to pop stars, sci-fi and fantasy to mythological heroes, his artistry brings to life fantasies I thought existed only in my head. I think you'll find he's very gifted. For a quick taste of his work, below are some examples. And, as always, thanks for reading.

Oh, and yeah, the video is still encoding so I think I'll surf the net some more and maybe jerk off again!

        

I took today off so that my partner and I could go to our accountant. We are finally incorporating; yay! It was a painless process really. We were with him for all of 15,  maybe 20 minutes. We get the Articles of Incorporation sometime next week as well as a Tax Payer I.D. and there's something else we have to pay for along the way. All in all, $400. A lot of money that we did not have before.

But we finally have the money and it was time to go legit as Horndawg Productions.

Some of the funds came from my stimulus check, which finally came in.

In a way it's kind of ironic that I'll be using stimulus money to, hopefully, stimulate others! Except I'm pretty sure this is probably not the kind of stimulation King George and his ilk were thinking of. In retrospect, pretty bad planing on G.B.'s part considering all that's happening today. But enough of politics. That's not what you subscribed to this blog for. If you want to hear my views on that or anything non-porn related, check out: www.bentellstales.blogspot.com.

As I sit here in our bedroom, shadows elongating, I'm listening to "Allstar" by Smash Mouth and getting goose bumps from the line, "My life's on fire, how 'bout yours? That's the way I like so I never get bored."

You see, now I'm realizing that a new chapter, or perhaps even a new volume, in my life is about to begin. I'm not even in the same place, mentally, where I was last year. At least, I don't think so. I feel different. My mind is functioning at a different level and even a different speed.

It's both exciting and scary at the same time.

However, amidst a full-time job, tons of great movie watching (now that we finally joined Netflix), a dozen books on the night stand on my side of the bed that are in various stages of being read, writing, a friend who went to jail, and working on a huge project for my day job, I'm sometimes not just tired, but exhausted.

But I guess Smash Mouth is right. That's the way I like it so I never get bored. Always something to do, something to see, someone to meet, someone to fuck.

On the flip side of that exhaustion, however, I've never been more . . . well . . . stimulated! We finished editing our first DVD release, "Stray Dawgz" and just signed up for distribution through AMVC. We now have to polish the descriptions on each solo, jerk-off session in the movie, sign contracts, complete the Master Copy and we're off to the races!

It's all new and exciting and although it is scary, it feel right. You know how you have that feeling in your very soul that things are as they were meant to be? Even with all the things happening around us, I am filled me with hope and promise as each day dawns with new things to learn or something else to think about that I had not thought of before.

Even now, we have several pokers in the fire, as it were, and it will be very exciting to see how they pan out. I look forward to implementing these ideas as they become ready to be shared and exposed. Hopefully, you will be as well.

In addition I had another sale on my book, "A Stroke At Midnight," which is pretty cool. I now have an ISBN number, which has been approved by Bowker, and the book will be added to places such as Amazon and other on-line book sellers as well as being available at all bookstores across the globe. Of course, you can always purchase or download the book via Lulu.com or by clicking the link to the left of this blog.

And yes, I'm still eBaying my music and other items to continue to raise funds for our new joint venture.

In taking a step back, the past year has been an amazing journey. It's been frustrating at times, what with learning HTML, getting not just the website up and hosted, but also making the time to blog about my experiences as we progress with Horndawgz.

I look forward to more experiences as we evolve. I am grateful for all the people I've met along the way who have helped and given advice. But most importantly, I'm delighted that my life partner, partner in crime, domestic partner, whatever the hell you choose to call him, has finally agreed to join me in this crazy, neurotic, exciting, depressing, exhilarating, titillating (dickillating?) and, hopefully, profitable venture.

My very own Samwise Gamgee joining me in my quest to get Horndawg Productions, Inc. off the ground and build it as a showcase for the typical, average, funky, quirky, everyday male in all his beautiful masculinity.

Yeah. Definitely not a new chapter but a new volume. Now to see where the road will lead!