“You think you can fuckin’ steal from me, donkey dick?!” Then that unmistakable sound of a hard fist raining down a bone-crunching blow to the face. “I’ll kill you and your whole fuckin’ family!”
The “donkey dick” having the shit kicked out of him was none other than John Holmes, the Elvis Presley of pornography. The guy screaming “fuck” every other word was Eddie Nash, the drug lord, in whose San Fernando Valley pad the scene was taking place. The fists that were making raspberry jam out of Holmes’s face belonged to Greg Diles, Nash’s 400-pound security guard.
