IT NEVER RAINS IN PORN VALLEY. WHEN IT DOES IT POURS. THIS TIME IT’S BLOOD.
Discharged by the army for being mentally unfit, he parlays his modest disability benefits into a portfolio worth half a million. To avoid paying taxes, he purchases a house in a rundown San Fernando Valley neighborhood, converts it into a church, and declares himself bishop.
He recruits psychologically troubled transients and former mental patients to create his ‘staff and board members’ who are kept, for the most part, locked away in a basement holding cell.
As a way of luring victims to what is essentially a cellar-turned abattoir, he promotes a rep for being generous with his cash and drugs. He further adds to the scheme by investing in a classic Rolls-Royce and a brand spanking new Cadillac.
He tops off this vehicle collection by buying a van he ‘christens’ the Meat Wagon.
Should you hop in for a ride, be prepared to fight for your life. If he hauls you back to his House of Horrors, you’ll be begging him to end it.
