Missing Joe Elkind

Joe is a brash internet porn pioneer.

Kevin Blatt posts on GFY:

As this next AVN show in Florida approaches I get a melancholy feeling knowing that I am going to the "land of Elkind" and won’t be seeing his crazy smile and antics…

Man I miss the old days in this business-
I bet many people on this board have no knowledge of who Joe is or more importantly, who he WAS.

Joe was a true pioneer, like him or hate him the man is a legend in this biz…
Who here is with me?

I have so many great Joe E stories from conventions I can write a book…
But one memory of Joe maks me laugh harder than anything else.

One night while walking through the Venetian at 3 am Joe, myself, Big Scotty- ( his bodyguard who died in R&B singer AALIYAH’S plane crash) RB from Maxcash, Jeff Newman who owned Busty-Amateurs.com along with his new flame at the time Busty Angel, who later went on to be known as the porn star Angel Cassidy were all talking next to a table in the casino- the next thing we know a casino host comes out from nowhere with two security guys and ask Joe if he’d like the table set up to play- the table was empty.

He says "ok, fuck it"- and the host makes the table $500 a hand- I had all of $100 in my pocket and a net worth of maybe $1000 in the bank at the time- I tell Joe it’s to rich for my blood- he says " fuck you hahahahahaha, you are going to sit and play with me and hands me $4,000 in chips!!!

I sit and play with all of the guys at the table and start winning- I get up to $6,000 and I give him his $4000 back. I am now playing with the casino’s money and having the time of my life. Jeff leaves totake a piss and without a second to hesitate, Joe says to Angel " I’ll give you this black chip if you show me your tits" and Angel in a matter of a second took her " I Love Porn" baby doll t and pulled it over her head!

Joe flicks her a chip and Jeff comes back and we all act as if nothing happened- she put the chip in her shorts.

You can imagine at 4 am now we are all a bit drunk and laughing at Joe he was insane and would do insane things at the table. One being that a few webmasters would stop and talk to him while he was playing cause they’d see $100,000 in chips in front of him and him playing $20,000 hands- (mind you this wasn’t in the high limit room, this was part of Joe’s marketing ways) One webmaster stops and shakes Joe hand in the middle of him being dealt his cards, he gets up and takes a walk with this webmaster around the casino having a private business chat! The host and dealer gladly waited for him to come back before dealing another card- 15 mins went by with no Joe!

He gets back to the table and says he has to take a piss-leaves and goes to the restroom in the casion and goes missing for another 15 mins.

RB says "I need to go find Joe" and leaves for the restroom- RB comes out of the restroom 5 mins later laughing hysterically with Joe following up close behind looking real woozy. RB tries to tell us what he had just witnessed in the restroom and could hardly get a word out of his mouth he was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe! RB calms down and explains that Joe went into the bathroom to do a line of coke- Joe locked himself in the handicapped stall and laid out a thickie the size of Summerlin on the handrail next to the toilet- as Joe went to approach his line of Yayo, he misjudged the distance between the rail and tile wall that was three inches behind and must have knocked himself out he found him lying next to the toilet on the floor with a knot on his head.
10 mins later Angel and Jeff leave they had enough of Joe by 6 am, and RB started losing so he left as well which left me with Joe, two hookers and my now $3,000 fortune which I decided was enough for me to walk out of the casino with.

Joe looks at me and says you cannot leave, that is my money you have there, and you are coming to my room and we are going to fuck these whores now!

He had that crazy look in his eyes and I looked at him and said " I’ll be right back" and sprinted faster than Jesse Owens to my room.

The next day I awake at 8 pm- and there were 15 crazy messages on my phone from Joe…all were incoherent until he mentioned he paid $15,000 to have Houston the porn star in his room and he was getting ready to bang her…

I was kinda dating Houston at the time so he knew he got me good.
To this day, I still don’t know if he banged her or not, my money says he did.

Joe was one of a kind.
I once went to Solid Gold with him in Ft Lauderdale and had steaks with him- after dinner he threw $20,000 in funny money up in the air just so he could see chicks bending over and picking up his cash-

For all of you keyboard warriors out here making $5,000 a month and living in your parents basement, Joe at that time was making $57,000 a day- and he showed me his stats and accounts.

You think this business is fun now?
You have no idea what it used to be like when guys like Joe, RB, and Ron Levi would spend $500,000 to a million bucks a tradeshow on parties and entertaining.

Those days are long gone….

The first time I met Joe was over the phone when I worked for YNOT and he owed us $40,000 I threatened to come down and pay him a visit and was relentless in my collections for Rick Muenyoung-

He ended up asking me what I was doing that night ( it was a Friday) the next thing I know – he had booked me two first class tickets to Lauderdale that evening and made me an offer once I got there to run his new magazine, KLIXXX.
I told him NO but he had already put me on his payroll at $300 a week just to write an article or two-

He paid me for 6 mos and I never did anything- I also told him numerous times to quit sending me checks- but he still did.

D-Money, KB’s brother, posts:

We partied in Jamaica.

 

We got pretty drunk.

Joe started this little game called, "trade punches". At least that’s what I’ll name it since that’s what it was.

He was trying to get me to hit him, so I threw little pussy shots at his arm thinking, I’m not hitting this guy. Then he throws a monster kidney punch, pretty fucking hard, caught me by surprise with that since no one in their right mind would throw a blow like that in my back.

Then I had no issue trading shots, it was more instinctive when someone hits you hard in your kidneys. I just remember throwing a massive shot back to his arm, didn’t have the heart to hit his back, at first that is. All he wore in Jamaica were tank tops. His shoulder bruised up pretty fast, I was proud. Looked really good the next day.

Moral of the story. No matter how much someone makes, they bruise just the same. It turned into a funny thing when he’d creep up on me and hit my back, I must have been pretty wasted.