I got involved unknowingly at a bar. I was with a girl who had an artistic friend who took a shine to me for some reason. It wasn't creepy or anything. He asked me to go to the bathroom with him and I obliged naively and he wanted to do some coke..i declined and then he asked if I ever did film. I said no.

He gave me a card and said to be at a place for filming. I didn't ask why, but was intrigued. I went there and it was a porno shoot and they wanted me to get in the action. I talked to the guy from the bar, call him X, and said I couldn't. Look, I can barely piss next to someone at a stall, no way I can do porn.

He was cool with it but asked me to stick around to help. It was me hanging out with him, he was a producer of this shit, and playing gopher. Later, I took some of the girls home or to their motel, whatever. Later he gave me $100 for 4 hrs of work and asked again if I wanted to be filmed. No. But he kept asking me to help about 3 times a week.

This was a late night job and I was bored out of my mind anyway and tired of bars so I kind of helped him out for about two years. It was kind of a side job. I later did location work and that kind of crap, got talent to the set, took talent home, and separated people when they got stressed at each other.

There was a lot of weird shit going on, too many drugs, not booze in the set but mostly coke and some people would get nutty on the stuff. Tbh the talent almost has to do coke to survive all the other coked up talent. There was other shit going on but it was almost always coke. Ffs the coke...

I stopped doing it when X entered a program to get off drugs and alcohol. He got cleaned up and left town. I haven't heard from him in probably 5 years. Good guy but the lifestyle was killing him.