John Holmes was the biggest cock in the business. He always had mythic stature to me. He was almost in the world of Greek Gods. He walked among us with that massive tool, banging on the floor like some huge dinosaur. So when I met him, I figured I’d meet a guy who had paradise regained, who had everything. Instead I met a sociopath and a liar. In effect, every manifestation of this man’s life was a lie, a distortion, a duplicity, a quagmire of deceit. The one truth was he had a big dick.
McNeil/Hollywood, 2005
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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