Fantasy camp South Padre Island . Where poor people go to have sex. I used to just think that was a joke. Now I see it as a simple truth. Things will get out of hand here in no time flat. There are five cameramen. Two camera girls. And me. Professional blogger a-go-go. And we have our groupies. They are key. It would be nice to have some female ones eventually, but hey, we’re starting small. Like always. The more I look at it, this isn’t really a job. It’s a lot like camp. Porn camp. Porn fantasy camp. We all sleep in our little areas. We have our little suitcases. We have our daily activities. We have our daily rituals. We have our daily rules. There are camp romances and camp dramas. There’s the girl you have a crush on, but you probably won’t act on it. Every day, you do generally the same thing. Eat generally the same meals. See generally the same girls naked. Sometimes you get mail. Sometimes you send mail. Sometimes, your mom sends you cookies. This was a Friday, and I was in love. posted March 17, 2006 Mislaid plans My first blog was blogtacular. Actually, that’s only partly true.  What am I doing here? I had to go to Vegas. I missed my flight to Vegas. Then I went to South Padre. I missed my flight to South Padre. What is it with me lately? Ugh. It is humid here. My next blog will be better. There’s a brunette who looks lonely. posted March 9, 2006 To start at the beginning My name is Henry Gandorf and I’ll be your blogger for this evening. Actually, what is that? And what is a blog? I’m not paid to blog. I’m paid to, well, let me start from the beginning, because deep down, isn’t that what we all want? This isn’t about America and this isn’t about you and me. This isn’t about whether we came to your town, and had a party, and got a few girls naked.  We did.  We have it on tape. Looking back is easy. Anyone can do that. What I know now about what happened then is the problem. All I have now is memories. Memories of the Spring Breaks past. Thoughts of the Spring Break to come. I arrived with pockets full of promise, and a duffle bag full of hope. For it is March. And March is my favorite month of the year. posted March 3, 2006

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