Charles was a dear friend. He was a big part of my life growing up. He would take his daughter Margi and myself with him to Pier 39 and let us play at the arcades as well as look at all the shops, it was my first time visiting there and for a young kid in elementary school it really was an eye opening experience. He would always be part of fun participating in air hockey and other games.
Another fond memory I have of Charles is the first time seeing him right after I came back from the hospital. I had my appendix removed and the feeling of surgery recovery was beyond new to me. Rather than be like most adults who expressed concern for me his first question was "Where's the appendix, you gotta keep it and put it on your head to scary everyone on halloween!"
The last time I saw him was when him & Carmen came to my open exhibition for undergraduate. I had a hybrid theme of graffiti/street work and glass blown work, my major. Although I knew he was in pain from treatment, you would of never of been able to tell. He was just himself asking me about my favorite artists, if I had any graffiti stories. He was the same Charles I knew a decade prior, a sweet guy who wants to have fun.
Whether he new it or not he was an influence in my life that taught me not to feel embarrassed about being yourself even if it makes you come off looking like a "weirdo". I wish Carmen & Margi and everyone else in the family my deepest condolences.
...How could I forget Charles also showed me Total Recall, the first film I ever saw with boobs in it, total classic!