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| By Asa Akira
Three-Way
An excerpt from ‘Dirty Thirty’
Like its author, Asa Akira’s new memoir,
Dirty Thirty, is witty and engaging,
brutally honest and self-effacing—in
other words, an addictive read. To
illustrate, here is an excerpt, reprinted
with the permission of the publisher,
Cleis Press. This passage is just part
of an entertaining banquet of essays,
musings, anecdotes, diary entries and
even a full-blown script based on Akira’s
early experiences in Porn Valley. Dirty
Thirty is available now as an e-book,
audio book and paperback on Amazon.
com. (Pictured here: Asa Akira in On
the J.O.B., a Wicked Pictures movie)
two dicks at
once be crossing
”Would having
the line? What
would people
say if they found
out? What would
my girlfriends
think of me if I
told them?
WHO’S WHO
and while we all acted like this was
We had finished our last bag of coke,
no big deal, it was a big fucking deal.
It was 6:00 a.m., the sun was coming
up. The five of us sat in Jade’s living room: me, Luca,
Tom, Jade, and Jade’s then-boyfriend. I wondered the
same thing as every other time I had ever done coke:
Why? I don’t even like this stuff. It made me anxious and
withdrawn, too nervous to speak for fear of saying
something stupid. My friends, on the other hand,
loved the drug, and seemed to be doing more and
more of it lately, mostly on the weekends. Not that it
mattered what day of the week it was; none of us had
real jobs. We had all been potheads together through
high school, and now that we had graduated, now that
we had nothing better to do, other drugs were coming
into play. Although I usually avoided it, once in a while
I ended up joining in on the coke sessions simply
because if there was one thing worse than a coke
high, it was being the sober one in a group of people
high on coke. The worst part of all was that once I
started a drug I didn’t even like in the first place, it
was impossibly hard to stop for the rest of the night—
which was why, at 6:00 a.m., with the sun coming up,
it mattered that we had just done our last bag.
Jade’s boyfriend stretched his arms up, faking a yawn. “Wanna go to
bed?” he asked his girlfriend. Motherfucker. He was hiding another bag.
But what was I gonna do? We were among friends. I wasn’t gonna out
the guy. I turned to Luca and Tom.
“What are you guys doing now?”
“Tom’s staying with me while Bella’s in Greece. Wanna come over? I
got Oxys.” Luca smiled.
Ah, finally. Some opiates. This was something I could get down with.
Bella was Luca’s girlfriend, someone I had yet to meet, despite the
fact they had been together for two years. She spent her summers in
Greece, this much I knew—it seemed that was the only time any of us
saw Luca anymore.
We said our awkward goodbyes, and I heard Jade whisper, “Where
is it?” as soon as the door closed behind us. Already hot and humid
at this early hour, I tried and failed to think of something worse than
coming down from coke when the sun was coming up. Hardly speaking,
the three of us got into a cab and rode in silence to Luca’s apartment.
Luca’s parents were rich, the richest among any of the kids in our
group of friends. It had been over a year since he lived with them, but
while unspoken, it was obvious that they still supported him. His place
had two bedrooms, a luxury in New York City, especially for a young,
unemployed couple. We immediately ingested twenty milligrams
of Oxycontin each upon arrival and settled down on the sofa in the
bedroom Luca shared with his girlfriend—oddly, the only room in the
apartment with a television.
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