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William Higgins Newsletter
Wednesday, January 23, 2002
Page # 1

Letter From America
(Miami Beach -- South Beach)

First I sincerely wish to thank all of you who have written expressing sympathy to Misha about the death of his father.  I haven't had a moment to write you back because I've been travelling, but, hopefully, I'll get back to all of you soon.  I'll forward all of these e-mails to Pavel Nikos in Prague and ask him to get them to Misha in the Army.  I also wish to apologize for the technical problems with video clip # 1 from Misha's DB.  By the time that you read this, the staff will have replaced the clip with a corrected version.  Unfortunately, our security people made some changes to our firewall that have caused the newsletter to go out very late today.) 

I'm now in Miami Beach having driven here yesterday afternoon from BadPuppy's HQ in Cocoa  Beach.

When I arrived in Oklahoma, I’ started looking for new notebook computers.  And because it takes about ten days to get delivery on a custom built notebook, I decided that I’d better order one on Sunday night after sending the Newsletter.  I went out to a very big discount store and in the computer department I was lucky enough to be waited on by the cutest guy working there.  He had a fabulous face and personality.  Looked like a high school football player, but was probably about 20 years old.  I could tell that under the cloths he had a bit of a belly.  Too much McDonalds my guess.  Very charming.  And he sold me the top of the line notebook.  We were at the store’s build it yourself computer.  At one point, he said, “Why do you need such a strong computer with so much memory?”  I replied, “Because I’m a photographer and all of the images that I work with are very large files, up to 7 megabytes per image.”

Well, that did it.  I’d forgotten how curious Americans can be.  He asked, “Are you famous?  You look like you’d be a famous photographer.  Would I have seen any of your photos?” 

I said, “It’s unlikely, but possible.” 

“Do you have a book?”   

“Not for a very long time,” I replied. 

“I’m going to be very upset if I go over to Barnes and Noble and find your book and you didn’t tell me.  Have you shot nudes?” 

“A few.”  I’m certain that he was not thinking about the kind of nudes that I’ve shot.  But if there were follow up questions, I could truthfully tell him about the nude girls that I have shot.  Fortunately, he did not follow up. 

He kept this up all through the rest of the order.  Then he took me to the register to pay for the custom computer.  As we arrived there, he asked another question.  “Do you have a website?  You look like you’d have a website.” 

To this point, I’d tried to throw him off of the trail without outright lying.  I didn’t know how I would get out of this one.  I replied, “Yes, I have a website….”  Then I turned to his buddy the cashier, who was also very good looking and cute, but not as well built, and immediately said, “I’d like to pay for this with my MasterCharge.  I hope that I haven’t run it over the limit.” 

My buddy the salesman said tot the cashier:  “He’s a famous photographer, living in Europe, and he’s very shy and doesn’t like to talk about it.  But I’m going over to Barnes and Noble and buy his book and when the computer comes in, I’ll have it right there, and he’ll have to autograph it for me.   

I said, “You know, when I first moved to Europe, I met a Dutch lady with a very important job.  And she told me, ‘I don’t understand you Americans, you want to know everyone’s personal business.  In Holland if anyone found out how much money that you have or how much you make, it would be a great shame for them.’  In Europe people rarely ever brag and what they make and where they work are private matters that they don’t discuss with strangers.” 

“Well, I’m going to get your book, and you’re going to autograph it.”   

The cashier, who had recently moved to Oklahoma from Louisiana, said, “I’d love to travel.  Tim, let’s quit and just travel around the world.” 

Fortunately, that was the end of the transaction.  Now, if I were living in the USA, I would have changed information with these two.   Even in Oklahoma, with enough patience, the acquaintanceships would have gone somewhere, it would have just taken about six to eight months of buddying around.  But I don’t live here.  And fortunately in Prague, you can cut to the chase much sooner.  MUCH SOONER. 

And that is my charming story about buying the computer, and the narrow escape.

On Monday it was time to fly to Orlando from Oklahoma City via Houston again.  Somehow on the flight from Prague, I'd been profiled and was pulled out of the line in Houston when I made the connecting flight to Las Vegas.  When I flew from Las Vegas to Oklahoma City, my name was on the list and that time I got an even bigger shake-down.  They opened and searched all of my checked luggage. 

I bought the ticket to Florida separately and was wondering whether I would be on the list in Oklahoma City.  When I arrived there from Las Vegas, I noticed a greater police presence at Will Rogers Airport than at any other I'd passed though.  I guess that in Oklahoma City the have ample reason to be paranoid about terrorism.  But when passed through security at Oklahoma City this time, I was waved through.  Same thing with the connecting flight, again in Houston.  So, there must have been something about an expat American traveling from Prague that sat there bells off.  I'll bet that when I return to Prague again from Oklahoma City on the return portion of that round trip ticket from Prague, I'll have to go through every conceivable kind of security check again.

I arrived at the airport in Oklahoma City several hours early to compensate for any possible security checks.  When I was waived through I had a lot of sit time at the gate.  I noticed on extremely beautiful guy near the same terminal.  I saw him go to the jon and thought about making a quick trip there myself, but thought better of it. 

When they boarded the plane, again they pulled several people from the line and gave them the shake down, but not me this time.  The little commuter jet was extremely packed, and I saw the beautiful guy coming down the aisle.  There weren't many empty seats left on the plane, and I thought will I be so lucky that he'll sit next to me?  That time I was.  When the trolley dolly brought around the drinks, beautiful guy made some comment to him.  I thought this is my opportunity.  I asked "Where are you from?"

"Oklahoma, but I've never spent much time here." 

"I thought so.  You don't sound like you're from Oklahoma."

"Like every other young person whose born here," he said, "I used the first opportunity to move to Texas."

We had a very pleasant conversation that lasted all of the two hour flight to Houston.  He went to Ecuador about a year ago looking for a job as a white water rafting guide.  When he couldn't find one, he landed a low-paying job teaching English.  "Everyone in Ecuador wants to learn English."  He had returned to Oklahoma for his grandfather's funeral.  And when he finishes up this semester, he is moving to Panama looking again to look for a job in white water rafting.

The 'kid' was blond, blond very short cropped hair.  Typical 'California' surfer look, although he wasn't from California.  He said that he'd spent several years in the military and then when he got out went to Colorado where he'd learned to be a guide, "The only job that I've ever really liked."

I asked, "How old are you?"  He answered '29.'  I truthfully replied, "Well, you look more like 20 to me."  He thanked me for the compliment.  He had a little tattoo of a garland around his left wrist.  To me this is a sign of someone who is at least a little bit adventurism.  Then he started to probe a little bit.  "Who do you live with in Prague."

"My dog," I replied.  Not exactly truthful as Buddy sleeps around and never overnight at my house.

A few minutes later, Jodi, that was his name, asked "And how do you avoid not being married over there?"  I was ready for that one:  "Because if you get married in the Czech Republic, you cannot divorce without the consent of both parties.  Pre-nuptial agreements are not legal.  And, besides, it's not necessary at all."  I could see a slightly skeptical look on his face, but he moved on. 

Later, "maybe I could come to Prague someday and you'd give me a job." 

"You never know," I answered.

Naturally, I gave him my e-mail address.  When we got off of the plane, I let him out first as he had the window seat.  At the door of the walkway, I had to stop and pick up my carry on case, as the aircraft was too small to bring in in the cabin.  Jodi walked way up the ramp.  Turned around, saw me waiting there and came all of the way back to shake my hand.  That certainly made me feel good. 

I arrived late on Monday evening at the house of the President of BadPuppy.  We discussed all of the projects that we didn't have time to cover during the conventions in Las Vegas.  I'm convinced that I'll be able to do my streaming video projects in collaboration with BadPuppy.  But it will require many more months of work before we're ready to announce anything further.  But stay tuned to this spot.  Tuesday morning I met with most of the staff members at BadPuppy which is always pleasant, and then I drove down to Miami Beach.  I stopped at that big factory outlet mall in Vero Beach to buy presents for the kids back in Prague.  I couldn't help but notice that many of the salesperson in the shops there were extremely cute guys. 

So, late, late, late last night I arrived in South Beach.  Unfortunately, it is high, high season here.  Any good hotel is at least $300.00 per night.  Folks who know me are aware that I am a notorious tightwad when it comes to travel accommodations.  Why spend $300.00 per night for a room when all that you use it for is to sleep a few hours?  Actually, not true in my case any more as I have hours and hours of laptop work each day on the road inside of hotel rooms.  But it's still an excuse.  So, I'd told Bear who made the Moscow movie that I love so much what my budget was.  I arrived at my room and all that I can says is, "does anyone remember the famous Bettie Davis line?"  At the reception down front, the night manager asked me, "how do you like it in Oklahoma?"  I gave him a candid answer.  Then he replied, "That's not surprising, given the profession that you are in."  I looked flabbergasted.  Then he looked at me and said, "I recognized the company name from your reservation."  Hmm, now that's a small world.  Better keep the beard out of the pictures on the site!

Sorry to bore you with my travel stories.  Today we have another big Newsletter.  We have 'Wank Party 4, Fitness."  Again we're running a little bit behind schedule and House One has not had an opportunity to create a link to buy the video.  I expect that if I can syncronize with them, the link will be up within 48 hours.  So, I'm using the same work-around that I did last time.  Click the box below, and send me an e-mail.  As soon as the link to buy the video is on-line, I'll send it to you.  Sorry, to be so bye a little bit late in getting the information to House One.

New sets:

William Higgins Insider Audio Commentary

(For Members Only)

Wank Party 4: Fitness, camera 1 #99228

Wank Party 4: Fitness, camera 2 #99227

Tejnor #99226

Marlon #99225

Casting Couch Fido #99224

Casting Couch Lebeda #99223

Casting Couch Poleno #99222

New video clips:

99320 Wrestling Misha & Russian Angel, Vid Clip # 6

99592 French Lesson, Vid Clip # 8

99283 Christmas Wank Party camera 1, Vid Clip # 6

99283 Christmas Wank Party camera 2, Vid Clip # 6

99254 Risa's Massage camera 1, Vid Clip # 3

99252 Bohus, Vid Clip # 3

99251 Lolek, Vid Clip # 3

99240 Palko, The Smoker, Vid Clip # 2

99239 Maros, Vid Clip # 2

99228 Wank Party 4: Fitness, camera 1, Vid Clip # 1

99228 Wank Party 4: Fitness, camera 2, Vid Clip # 1

99226 Tejnor, Vid Clip # 1

99225 Marlon, Vid Clip # 1

But the shoot was great.  The kids got into the workouts and helping each other.  And we were able to capture some fabulous positions with all of that fitness equipment at our disposal.  Zdenek, alas, dared not participate in the shoot because, guess what, he couldn't lock the door with all of the extension cords running through it.  And he had to stay by the door and intercept the one or two regular customers who showed up.  Otherwise they would have walked in and seen quite a bit more than they might have been prepared to see.  When we finished up, guess what, Zdenek's showers no longer functioned.  NO SHOWER.  When I filmed Prague Buddies One, I'd used these fabulous showers in Zdenek's place for the first scene.  There was a different proprietor back in those days.  And, alas, as the customers drifted away to newer and better, and the showers fell into disrepair, there were no funds to fix them.

[Those of you who know me know that my last remaining addiction is coffee.  So, for this side trip, I went to WalMart (yes I will give them a plug) and bought one of those little immersion heaters so that I could make a constant supply of instant cappuccino while righting the Newsletter.  The little thing melted after the first cup, dripping plastic from the handle into the water and blew the fuse in the bathroom.  I'm sitting here with a luke warm cup of coffee that I've made from the not very hot tap water in room.   I'm hunched over a very low dresser combination dresser drawers, woman's vanity and rustic wicker chair.  Oh, yes, reminds me very much of my days in Latin America.  And guess what, the air-conditioning in the room don't work too good.  So, when the Miami sun is overhead at noon, I won't be out the additional expense of going to a sauna.  I'll have one right here in the hotel room for free].

Please do enjoy Wank Party 4.  It's a keeper.

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