It’s a good lonely boring beautiful crisp white light tight Friday night over here, just finished watching the final episode of The Wire, and it’s got me in a contemplative mood, which of course does not and cannot extend to this clip. Nothing about speed whores is quiet and thoughtful, and nothing about Ashley Blue is sympathetic or soft. Ashley was the closest thing I had to a friend when it came to porn actresses in my entire run in the business, possibly because we were never sexual with one another, possibly because we liked to get fucked up together, possibly because she was funny, possibly because she spoke the truth. I don’t know. I have so many dope Ashley clips that I could make a movie out of her . . . oh . . . wait . . . I already did.  Someday it’ll get seen, or, alternately, it won’t.