Hey guys, just a short one this time. Do you remember Don Simpson? He was one half of the megaproduction duo of Simpson and Bruckheimer, who had humongous hits like "Top Gun" in the 1980s.
Jerry Bruckheimer is still with us. He made a comeback with "Top Gun: Maverick" in 2023, a film that - my goodness gracious - opens at China Lake. Don Simpson died almost exactly 30 years ago, on January 19, 1996. He was a heavy substance abuser.
What would you guys say if I told you I met Don Simpson? Would you scoff? I have, of course, told you of meeting Presidents and all kinds of famous celebs, so maybe you wouldn't doubt Don Simpson. But what if I told you I met him at a party, and that he approached me? And that he was angry enough to accost me.
What would you say about that? And what if this party was a porno party? Where? In Northridge, of course. Everyone knows that Northridge is the porno capital of Los Angeles (if not the world).
Yes, folks, I met Don Simpson at a porno party on Hiawatha Street, at a house between Encino and Jellico. You can Google Map it, or I can show the house to you in person. I didn't go to this house by myself, nor voluntarily. John "Shecky" Mallis took me there, in concordance with Dennis and the late David Friedman. Victoria Principal was there. I only mention her name because she was not a nice lady.
Other famous people were also present at this house. The bad guys I've named must've brought me along for some objective I am unaware of. Maybe because they were ordered to. Who the F knows with these cult people?
Don Simpson may have been aware of this objective. He may have known he was being blackmailed and exposed. And at first, he blamed me, as these people always do. They assume I am "in on" this cult stuff, but I am not and never have been. I didn't live their coke and sex lifestyle and knew nothing about it until I was put into the middle of these situations. And when Don Simpson realised this, that I wasn't behind his exposure, he apologized to me the next day, at another house in the Hiawatha Street gauntlet I was supposed to run before I would be set free. I could show you that house, too, another huge "not-very-Northridgey" fake McMansion. Fake rich people inside. Swarthy occupants. An angled driveway that Simpson drove up and parked his Porsche Targa on, to berate me then thank me one last time.
I was later told that I was "the guy who destroyed Don Simpson's career", and if true, if I was actually The Guy, and not just an unintentional final nail in his rotten Hollywood coffin, it means that this encounter on the Hiawatha/Jellico driveway must have happened no later than the mid-1990s, when he was still vital and before he died.
My guess is the early 1990s or late 80s. Maybe after he made "Days of Thunder" in 1990.
But folks, I must tell you, Jerry Bruckheimer is a whole 'nuther story. Have you guys ever heard of Devonshire House and the movie "Odd Man Out"? You should do some research on that one, especially Devonshire House circa 1976.
Talk to you soon.
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