Jules Rubin grew up in the 1970s as an only child, raised by a single father.

His dad Harold was an entrepreneur.

Well he was the porn king of Chicago.

So I guess maybe that makes me the porn prince of Chicago, I don't know.

Harold Rubin owned a combination adult bookstore, massage parlour, and nude modeling studio.

He got the name for it from a woman he'd taken to a costume party.

He'd showed up at her apartment carrying a medieval shield with nothing underneath.

She said, you're weird Harold, apparently that's how he got the nickname and it's stuck.

Weird Harold the person was sex crazed and shameless.

Weird Harold's the business was a porno super store.

As a five year old, Jules wrote his tricycle up and down the hallway.

So you'd walk in and then as you turned to your left, you would notice the church

confessional, and that's where the register was.

Weird Harold thrived on attention, though he mostly attracted the negative kind.

Newspapers called him a scummy pervert, a loathsome smut peddler, and Chicago's leading creep.

He also had more than 30 arrests on his record for stuff like selling obscene material

and running a house of prostitution.

He was raided so many times.

He always knew it was common whenever the raid would come, I would spend the night at the baby sitter's house.

The porn king of Chicago rained for just five years.

In 1975, weird Harold's landlord canceled the store's lease.

Harold Rubin gave up his business, moved to the suburbs, and focused on a different obsession and teeks.

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