Where Porn Stars Go to Die

When Taylor Swift retweets a story about Jerry's broken penis the Internet blows up and there's no where for Jerry to hide except under a palm tree at the beach. ............................................ The surgery Jerry had on his penis was now complete, and even though his doctor described it as a Hail Mary, Jerry was hopeful it would one day function again. He was discharged from the hospital and spent the next three days in bed at his Hollywood apartment. He wallowed in self-pity and frozen Pepperidge Farm chocolate cakes. Sometimes he didn't give the cakes enough time to thaw so he had to bite hard on the corners with his teeth. It was a frustrating way to maintain his blood sugar. He had money in the bank but no where near enough to retire. Normally Jerry would be ordering in comfort food but he was afraid to spend money. With his penis broken, his future was completely uncertain. In the past he had been given the opportunity to direct porn but he didn't like

Jerry Balls, an over-the-hill adult film star, falls asleep on the job causing him to break his penis. He's rushed to the hospital for surgery where he meets several people who want to get a look at his injury. His manager Marty pops by to try to sort things out with the doctor. Marty and the doctor agree, people are not eating enough fiber. Jerry drifted into a daydream.  He was thinking about what was left in his fridge: A meatloaf from the Italian restaurant just down the street from his apartment in Hollywood.  And fifteen  Pepperidge Farm chocolate striped frozen cakes. A fan who's job it is to deliver the cakes recently gifted an entire crate of them to Jerry. Jerry assumed they were stolen but let it slide. He simply considered it a bonus payment for all that he has given to the world during his career. Besides he had to spend money on a new freezer to store them in. Jerry considered whether he would microwave the meatloaf or reheat it in the oven. Both had their advant

  So there was Gretchen, Baptist, former Texan, wife to Ronnie, no fun at all, standing naked inside her bathrobe outdoors at the entrance to her neighbor's very large and expensive house. She was about to storm into the home powered by righteous indignation. she planned to confront what she thought to be pornographers overtaking her neighborhood. She had a longstanding fear that living in the San Fernando Valley might mean being among those who sin in unthinkable ways. This wasn't Hollywood, she thought. Or Santa Monica. Or even Bel Air where the pedophiles live. This was Porter Ranch. When she heard the strange sounds of a woman moaning...or grunting...or yodelling or something, she knew she was right to proceed. Gretchen had seen porn once, for 28 long seconds in 2003 when she clicked on an email attachment. It turned out to be a porn virus, one where a lewd message keeps popping up on your screen telling you to buy porn. It wouldn't go away. Instead of taking her com

"Where Porn Stars Go to Die" is a storytelling podcast about an aging porn star known for his large testicles. He breaks his penis and has to navigate life in the real world. In this episode, a wealthy matriarch suspect pornography is being filmed in her neighborhood. ....................................... Looking over top the Hollywood Sign in Los Angeles there's a vast valley painted with houses, streets and shopping malls. Here begins the infamous San Fernando Valley: a purgatory located somewhere between broken dreams and compromise. Nearly two million people inhabit the valley yet you'd be hard-pressed to find a worthy attraction. Unless you count the abandoned nuclear test complex which you can quickly hike past. This is the place where the term 'soccer mom' was coined. As well as the term “Urban Sprawl.” This is the original urban sprawl. It's as if Los Angeles had a boil that popped and it oozed into the adjacent valley until it was full. It&#