Back in the 90's, while visiting L.A., I contacted an escort advertising in Frontiers. He had an interesting proposition: for an extra hundred bucks, he said, he would bring along a porn star but couldn't say who he was. After reflecting, I agreed. And that's how I met Jon Vincent.
Surprisingly short, he was a real sweetheart in an almost innocent way--at least he was for the hour I knew him. We discovered a shared geographic origin, exchanged phone numbers, and I called him a few months later but couldn't work out a convenient meeting.
A few years later, he died of an overdose in NYC. I remember reading somewhere that he had a longstanding problem with drugs and that some client had spent a small fortune trying to get him clean...to no avail. I never saw any indication of this.