Ambush Inteview #77 WEG Cory

ok, i'll take #100

I cant wait to see all of these answers.. Cory is one of my favorite people in the industry!

excellent read so far

nice answers....

waiting to hear about q11.

Way to go cory

Don't you mean boyfriend?

hOW MANY METRIC TONS ARE WE TALKING?

I Am A N-i-gg-e-?"

Are you flippin' what I'm grillin'?

Cant wait for the rest

Awesome ambush Sleazy! Cory, I'm looking forward to reading the rest of your answers

Cheers,

Brad

Love the questions Sleazy, you sure know how to pick em

Bump for the rest

Awesome stuff so far. I can't wait to see the rest of your answers

LOL Hey Cory I remember the day you started at AC and it wasn't long and you were on the way to the top. Every time I had a an issue the only person I would deal with was Cory. Hey when are you visiting Australia?

Brings back some memories!

I hope to hit Australia within the next few years.

How many times have the owners of OCCash gotten you thrown out of places?

was the big bohemian eating cheetos at your AC interview marty?

haha

No....

8. What sort of grooming products do you use?


Not having any hair makes the list pretty short to begin with. I use Polo body wash, lever 2000, noxema face wash and the Mach 3. : )

9. Is your girlfriend a cover cause you are gay?

I know this is the industry rumor hahahahaha8230;.I am straight, however, people thinking I am gay is not a new deal. It started in highchool when I got the lead role in a play, I was pretty much doomed from that point. I also got into photography, loved writing and was pretty good at analyzing poetry, etc.

i need to score you guys some of these. guy i know owns this co.

www.headblade.com

This is so good it has to be fattening.

10. How many times have you had herpies? Other STDs?

10 plus times according to me. Actually I have never had an STD, but the story goes something like this.

I am terrified of STD?s. I am so terrified that I am irrational. I have always been this way. I wear condoms while watching pornos. If I even feel a slight tinge while peeing or something looks slightly off, I pretty much think I have herpes.

I was 18 years old when I caught my first case of curable herpies. My friend, Scott Vermellion (now a pretty well known soccer player in the US) and I went out one night. We ended up doing what all 18 year old guys in Kansas do, cruising Taco Bells waiting for hot girls to swing through the drive through.

And we hit the jackpot this night, we got two very cute girls and a bag of tacos to go in the beginning of the night.

We drove around most of the night, one of the girls had this convertible Mustang and we had the top down. I was in the backseat with my arm around one of the girls while Scott was showing her friend how to drive stick. It was just like a movie. Whenever we would go fast, the wind would thrash and my girl and I would kiss. Whenever the car would stop at a light, I would hold her hand tighter and smile at her. Whenever the car would go slow, I would try to put my hand up her shirt and hope that she considered that foreplay.

As the night began to wrap, I invited my girl over to my parents house (I lived there until I left for college). She took the invitation with open arms. We went up to my room and I threw on the movie and turned the lights out. I waited 2 minutes, then I started fondling again and soon enough, we were taking clothes off.

There is absolutely nothing more fulfilling then a plan gone right.

The heat got hotter, and she performed oral sex on me. After the beautiful act was complete, she told me she needed to go home. She was a dream come true.

The next morning, I awoke ready to call my high school friends and brag. You see, as a guy in highschool, getting that far with a girl is great because you get to exagerrate 10 percent on top of the actual act. Therefore, I pretty much had sex last night.

But something was wrong, there was a pain in my groin area. It was a sharp well dispersed pain. I had my morning erection, but the pain was too bad for me to touch it.

I became concerned.

I got up and walked to the bathroom around 9am. Walking hurt. I was too frightened to pee, so I jumped in a hot shower. The pain seemed to go away, but it was a false sense of hope; it would return later and with more intensity with my next erection, some time around 9:30am I think.

At 9:40am, the situation got worse as another erection brought pain and wrath to my life.

My god, what had I done? I wanted to take back the past night. I wanted to start over. I didn?t want herpes.

So I called my doctor?s office. The doctor?s assistant girl answered. I told her my symptoms and I told her of my incurable condition. She would not let me talk to the doctor and told me I needed to come in for a swab.

Not sure if all of you know what I mean by a swab, but it made me cry.

She kept consoling me, she told me that herpes does not flare up the next morning and that oral sex would not foster it all that well.

As the conversation continued, she began to grow somewhat frustrated with my neurotic inquisitions. The exchange continued on something like this:

?Do you see red abrasive spots along the base of your penis??

?No.?

?How many girls have you had sexual intercourse with over the last two months??

?About 12.?

?So none??

?Pretty much.?

?What does it look like around your testicles??

?Well, there is some blue looking growths between my testicles, inner thys and the base of my penis, and it all hurts real bad.?

?Sir, is it gum??

?What do you mean??

"Bubble gum sir, is bubble gum stuck down along your genitals??

If you have ever had bubble gum plastered on your genitals, then you know that whenever you walk or get an erection, it pulls out the hair in your inner thys. You also know that it is rather embarrassing when you get called out by the doctor's nurse. You probably also know that using a butter knife and peanut butter to get it out is very tedious.

Oh yes, it is also not herpes.

No mention of the pink clothes and cigarette holding style?! Dude - you KNOW you're gay. It's OK. We are here to work you through coming out.

hahaha!!

omg it's herpes! And grape flavored!

That's the funniest thing I've read here in a long time.

A trip to Cory and Poppys bathroom is like standing in front of the mens grooming section at Sephora ;-}}}}

Me too...! I think I sense a roadtrip coming on!

YEEHAAAA! About time we heard from Cory!

that is the most funny stuff i heard for a long time - you're great, cory

THATS THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER READ

Aint that the truth

The guy works for his clients 24/7. Accessible from anywhere, anytime.

11. Discuss exporting extacy to marti gras.

I would like to preface this. I was asked to do this Interview. I agreed to the terms, therefore I am breaking my normal set of PR beliefs and fullfilling my obligation. I do not believe in dodging questions unless I am legally obligated to do so.

I do not condone drugs, the following is an incident which occurred in my 20s. I do not do drugs now.



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The line for the New Orleans bound flight from LAX was slow to move towards the plane?s entry. An impromptu security isolation spot was set up just off the ticketing counter, the first point whereas passenger tickets are scanned for boarding.

The flight was bound for Mardi Gra. I am from Louisiana and always met friends in New Orleans for events such as Mardi Gra, New Year?s eve and Jazz fest.

My anxiety began to heighten, as it seemed everyone was being pulled inside the isolation ropes. It is funny, I have never tried to take anything illegal on a plane, yet every time I see people getting searched, I feel the need to double-check my bag on the off chance that a mysterious handgun or carving knife will appear (funny, I am anti-gun and I don?t really carve things). So fueled by the irrational, I search my bag.

I find change: ?I could have set off metal detectors with that!?

I find old chapstick: ?good deal, I have my addiction to feed?

I find a water bill: ?fuck?

And I find two green pills with Nike symbols engraved in them wrapped in a cellophane bag.




Lets back up about one month.


Sometime in January following New Year?s eve, the club on Sunset Blvd I was working at began winding down. It was 3am, most of us staff were busy cleaning the establishment. The place got tormented on Saturday nights by a packed Hollywood crowd, which left the place in total disarray.

It was then that the idea of driving to Vegas sprang into our minds. Anyone who lives in Los Angeles knows that Vegas trips tend to manifest faster than stomach flus: once the idea is pitched, it tends to develop quickly into a real plan.

So we load up the Ford F150 (or whatever big truck the guy had) and we are off to Las Vegas. We talk about guy things, I talk about shoes, times are nice.

We drove through the desert, much of which was flooded out due to winter rains. We arrived in Vegas and the sun was up, the city open and anticipation high. We drove into NY / NY and valeted, my friend walked up to registration, name dropped the owner of the bar on Sunset we worked at and got us 2 comped rooms.

We were set. Well, we were sort of set, we needed something more, something Vegas, something big!

Something more than a hooker! Something more than a picture with Wayne Newton. We needed big. And we set out to find big that night.

They pulled the chairs together for us at The Crazy Horse 2 and big was getting started. The place was packed. I was anticipating telling the strippers that I was an extra in ?Sex and The City? once, I was almost peeing my pants I was so damn excited.

My friend got up, came over to us and leaned down.

?We need big. We need to go big. I just made a call, Big is coming.?

When Big arrived, he was not very big, he was a small asian guy with a tight shirt and semi-mustache. He was young, he looked quiet and his head seemed to bob in rhythm to the music without his efforts, sort of like a puppet being controlled by BB King.

My friend palmed him money. He palmed him bills.

?The first bag has white pills, they are for fun. The second bag has green pills, they have nike symbols embroidered on them, they are for the next level. Use them wisely.?

I had never taken an ecstacy pill. I was also concerned because these pills came with instructions and I am pretty bad at finishing my amoxicillin doses per the doctor?s instructions.

?Relax bro, this is big. This is taking things to the next level. This is magic.?

My friend explained. He was a rather jovial, energized character always searching for the ultimate time.

?Cory, you hold the green ones, we will use them when we get back. I will hold the white ones and distribute them as needed.?

When x first hits you in a Vegas strip club, it feels like you are laying in soft pearls and strippers look like greek goddesses waving fluffy white feathers over you.

I fell in love. 42 times.

?Cory, are you ok? We ran out of money, we are going to Western Union, I hooked a guy up with a SAG card last week, he owes me a grand, don?t lose our table bro!?

?You got it man.?

It was Vegas, I was on a drug for the first time in my life, I needed to guard 4 chairs and I was surrounded by angelic strippers with feather fans.

When you are on X at a strip club, strippers are like fleas, they attach to you and quickly multiply into more strippers. The one that sat on my lap unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed lotion on my chest.

?I am from Hollywood, I just finished filming in LA with Sarah Jessica Parker on Sex in the City. I am the waiter behind her with a red bandana on. I have a drink tray.?

?Wow, you are cute. Do you like the way my hands feel on your chest??

?Yes I do.?

?Did you meet Sarah? Have you been in a lot of films? What actors have you met? Do you think you will be a star??

The question barrage was on. I was a highly acclaimed extra. She was starstruck. The section smelled like passion fruit.

The love was strong.

When my friends got back, they were surprised to find out that they needed to pay off 3 strippers pretty quickly or else our table would be going away.

When we got back to the hotel room, I promptly moved the green pills to my backpack. They were now reserved for a special date.

And that brings us to the situation at hand. A long flight out of Los Angeles International airport, a black lady with a wand eyeing me and a bag with illegal narcotics. This was a bad situation. I am not a drug smuggler and to be honest, I had some fun in my 20s, but nothing that warranted me that much different from other people.

I only had one real option in my head. I looked at the trash can and walked towards it. My palm sweated as I clinched the cellophane wrapper. The trash can was near.

?All B?s please begin your boarding process now.?

And then I swallowed them both. Fuck, I panicked. What the hell did I just do I thought?

I couldn?t help but think how stupid I was. I wanted to slap myself. I don't even do drugs really. I like going to bars and having drinks.

Of course, I am not searched (go figure) and migrate down the concourse. I am seated in the front of the plane right next to an elderly lady.

?Folks, thanks for flying American Airlines, we know you have choices when you fly. I do want to inform you that we are having a few mechanical difficulties. Looks like we will hang out here on the runway until we get a mechanical team freed up. We apologize.?

Well of course this would happen. I thought about hitting my seat buzzer and explaining the situation to the stewardess:

"Look, I accidentally carried a load of ecstacy in my back pack to the airport. I swallowed them because I got scared. I really need this plane to fly somewhere, I don't care where, just somewhere, even Canada Wyoming would be fine at this point. I have a movie career to think about."

But that didn't seem right when I went over it in my head. So I kept shut.

I began to sweat. I began to fidget. I didn?t know what magic would feel like, but I assumed this was not it.

It was then that an echo began to manifest along the rows of the plane. It would come euphonically down the aisle, bounce off the emergency exit door then abruptly bounce back. I tracked its path with my head. It grew, it sounded of a tunnel harnessing jet engines.

I began to sweat more. I reached down and grabbed the vomit bag and started fanning myself. I needed a water. My back began to crawl, my head soared, my legs elevated, my veins pulsated and orchestrated a presence with my heart.

Boom. The magic was happening at Gate B of Los Angeles International airport, in seat 11A OF AA FLIGHT 222 NEW ORLEANS BOUND.

?Are you ok kid??

The elderly lady spoke.

?I think I am. I want you to see something. Will you look at something??

?Yes son, show me.?

I showed her. She smiled but she didn?t ask me any questions.

I guess magic is sometimes what is not said.

I hope you all do not mind the essay style. I find it easier for me to deal with the longer ones.

Great answers so far!

OMG, AWESOME X STORY!

Nikes too. Oh Lord, Nike Double Stacks.

LOL, that bubble gum oral sex story is priceless, lol.
WG

cory, i'm loving the interview so far.

12. Just how many fast food places have you worked in?

Oh man, I have always had to work. I have worked at both Taco Bell and McDonalds.

I also worked in all kinds of restaraunts including: Chiles, Olive Garden, Gladstones of Malibu (busiest restaurant west of the Miss.), a Mexican cantina?..

13. Talk about your job as a manager of an airline call center. Also the collection officer job.


I had two notable jobs in College.

The first was a collections agent for Direct Loan Services. DLS is the provider of most student loans for colleges around the country. I was in the ?soft accounts? department.

Soft accounts are basically people like a lot of us that just forget to mail in a bill here and there. The soft account reps, like myself, would call them from a pre-determined dialer and give them a friendly reminder. 90 percent of the people would say ?oh, sorry, can I pay now over the phone??

However, I was not good at the job. I apparently ?chatted it up too much with the callers.? I love people. I love talking to people. All kinds of people. That is just me.

They put me on notice a couple times. I was soon called into the director?s office. I thought I would be fired.

He promoted me.

He sent me to ?hard accounts.? I am assuming I don?t need to explain hard accounts, however, just know that some of these people were like a decade behind. They rarely answered the phone, you spend most of your time talking with roommates, old friends, family members, etc. The ambition of hard accounts was not really the financial collection itself, but moreover it was the acquisition of current information. The only chance you had at that was ?chatting it up with strangers and befriending them.?

I didn?t do the job too long, but it was interesting.

The other job was at Vanguard Airlines reservations office. I am not sure if this airline is still in business, however our office was the office that you called when you needed to speak with an agent for booking a flight, changing a flight and what not.

I was the manager of the call center, evening shift. Our office calibrated the distribution of calls between our Lawrence Kansas center and one in Kansas City. I got free travel on the airline which was great for hitting Minneapolis or Dallas. I could almost always jump a flight.

Same here. I'm on the floor dying

Great interview Cory!

Is Ken ok?

That question is looming. I can't believe him and I share the same taste in shoes now. Who would have thought?

wow - 1700 page views and only on #11! - not bad cory!!!!! way to go!

14. Did working at a pharmacy help to create your drug habbit?


When I was 16, I got a job helping at the register of a drug store. Basically, I sold ornaments and 4 inch handheld globes that displayed a miniaturized old man smiling with his hands extended from his parka; if you shook it, it would snow on him.

If you shook it hard, the elderly people would say ?wow!?

When I was around 17, one of the pharmacy technicians quit and they didn?t want to pay for a new one (they were penny pinching at the time). So I got asked to help out when they got busy. Basically, I would deal with the front of the RX counter. They liked me doing it because it primarily involved dealing with very enraged people, I tended to calm them down.

People needing drug refills have a tendency to get a little crazy.

Soon after, I ended up working the RX section as a tech. Basically, my job was to know every generic drug by name, locate it when a script called for it, and in most cases count and hand over to the pharmacist.

Makes you feel confident when you go inside a drug store! Haha

I don?t have a drug habbit, I am a much calmer guy now than I used to be. I don?t like doing things to my body anymore, however, in my younger days, I tried everything under the sun once or twice.

I am 30 now, honestly, I don?t think my body would fare well under extreme conditions. I lived to be young when I was young and I don?t regret it, but now things are a lot different.

Thanks for helping me along. Hopefully the answers are not too long for everyone.