Michael Brandon’s Tragic Fall
For the past year or so everyone in the industry has been hearing disturbing rumors about Michael Brandon: He’d relapsed on crystal … he was on crack … he’s serving a life sentence at San Quentin. All outrageous, none substantiated. People close to Brandon refused to talk, “out of respect”.
The last time I saw him was about eight months ago. Mike and I brushed past him in the lobby a building downtown. Brandon was always thin, but that day he was practically unrecognizable: a skeleton. He gave us both a big hug and walked away, not saying much, leaving us both stunned in his wake.
Although it leaves many questions unanswered, SF Weekly finally puts the rumors about Michael Brandon to rest and the truth is way more disturbing than I ever imagined: from a partner in one of the leading porn studios to a motel-surfing meth dealer facing serious jail time. Giving how incredibly sweet he was, the story is all the more tragic indeed.
My thoughts are with you, Michael.
The rise and fall of the Monster (SF Weekly)