[Background Image - Pimp Al Group Shot]
Al: That's me, Alvin Washington. Filmmaker. Poet. Heart-throb. And extremely well laid.
Al: I bet you look at me and think, "shit, that boy's got it all figured out." And you know what? You'd be right.
Al: But it wasn't always that way. And it's high time you heard how I went from how I was to how I am...
Al: ...And all the tail I got along the way.
[Background Image - Soldier Al Desk]
Al: I had the bad luck of getting drafted right out of high school, and the good luck for the war to end before I was finished with Basic Training. 
Al: I was one of the last people ever made to serve his country involuntarily. I resented it at first, but I applied myself, learning the ins-and-outs of recordkeeping, accounting, all the sorts of stuff college boys pay a fortune for.
Al: I was learning so much I re-enlisted. Even made Sargent. But by 1977 I was beginning to chafe at being told what to do every damn hour of the day. And I missed all that sweet, sweet...
[Background Image - Lusty Al]
Al: ...ASS!
Al: I don't care who hears it. I love ass. Boy ass. Girl ass. Tight ass. Loose ass. So long as I can kiss it, lick it, grope it, fuck it, that's what I REALLY want in life.
Al: And something that, marketing notwithstanding, I was NOT getting in sufficient quantities in the Army. Especially not in the accounting department.
Al: So when I found out my Uncle had died and left me his most valuable asset, a combination apartment complex and photography studio, I notified the Army that my then-current enlistment would be my last...
[Background Image - 672 Blythe Ave.]
Al:...And as soon as I got my walking papers, I headed out for it. 672 Blythe Avenue. It had been in my family for years, but I'd never been there, outside of having some Christmas card photos taken. I couldn't wait to see what was inside.
[Background Image - Fine Photography - Dirty Interior]
Al - Angry Street Clothes - "This place is a dump!"
Al - Disgusted Street Clothes - "Mold everywhere. Unlabeled developer chemicals leaking through cans and bottles and doing...Something...To the...Carpet? Who the hell puts CARPET in...Ugh..."
Al - thinking Street Clothes - "Okay, fine, the photo studio is a mess. But I can just keep it closed while I clean it up and, I don’t know, find someone I can rent the space to. I think it was a barber shop at one point, maybe a drug store? I suppose it doesn’t matter so long as they pay rent.
Al – Happy street clothes – “That’s right, rent! There’s twelve apartments above me. All I need to do is make sure they’re clean and habitable and I can get some tenants. Enough to cover the utilities and taxes at least. And I can keep one for myself, so I don’t have to move back in with Mom.”
[Background Image – Apartment – Clean]
Al – Happy street clothes – “Well that’s good news at least. Every one of these apartments needs nothing more than a little dusting. Water running, lights come on, and one even has a decent AC in the window - guess that one's mine..."
[Background Image - 672 Blythe Ave.]
Al - I put an ad in the paper the same day, and slowly but surely started cleaning out the disaster that was the first floor. I probably took a few years off my life throwing out and mopping up those chemicals, but what I found in the back room, among the abandoned rolls of unused film and assorted film and photo cameras, would change my life.
[Background - Back Room]
Al - Surprised street clothes - "MY UNCLE WAS A PORNOGRAPHER!"
Al - inspection street clothes - "Look at all these films! Butt Bitches of Brooklyn. She Sucks She Sluts by the Sea Shore. A Parade of Titties. Is This A Pussy I See Before Me? I've never even HEARD of this. But Jesus Wept. He MADE these. Here, feet from where I was having my Aunt pinch my cheeks for the Christmas photo.
Al - disgusted street clothes - "Oh god, I hope she isn't IN any of these...Surely she couldn't be...She was always such a sweet, church-going woman..."
Al - thinking street clothes - "Okay, well, weird I guess, but what am I going to DO with all these things? I guess I could sell them to porno theaters, get some starting capital. I don't know if they're any good or anything, though...Maybe he kept the duds..."
Al - thinking street clothes - "Well, there's plenty of projectors around here, some film previewers, screeners...I guess I could...Check to see if they're worth it...
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Al: Turns out, they were MORE Than "worth it." They were incredible. The most amazing thing I'd ever seen!
Al: The poses, the positioning, the camera work - my uncle was a master of the craft, the Fellini of Fellatio, the Bergman of butt-stuff, the Hitchcock of taking cock. 
Al: All the stuff I'd ever seen in the Army was so clinical by comparison. This wasn't just stag films and nudie cuties. This was sex as genuine entertainment. Comedy and cumshots. Drama and dicksucking. Slice-of-life with a side of ass.
Al: And all I could think the whole time was "I have to make more of this."