Matt Moss texted me one morning. I didn't know who he was, but he told me he got his name from Tom Faulk, and old fuck buddy of mine, who also had done some porn. I thought that was strange, since Tom is in prison. But Matt told me that he had had my number for a few years, since he was 18, and only reached out to me because he was in dire straits. He apparently was about an hour away, needing to check out of a motel in which he had spent the night. Matt said that he only had three dollars to his name, and no gas in his car. I was intrigued to say the least, and when he sent me his photos, I told him to come right on over. I got him some gas money and the rest is history.