Years ago, I first introduced you to Charlie here and then later here. He was my neighbor in Brooklyn. Charlie lived in the stairwell of an apartment a block from mine on Berry Street. You can see where he lived here. God, I loved that man. A true life diamond in the rough. I recently found this video of him rocking a fringed leather jacket someone must have given him, listening to eighties jams on a ghetto blaster on the streets of Brooklyn. Just hanging around the way with his friend Will. Both drunk as skunks. Charlie always was. The video is simultaneously hilarious and sad as hell. If you look closely you can see Serge and Max far off in the background patiently waiting for me to finish talking to Charlie. We talked a lot, Charlie and I. Always drunk, but a good man. I just realized I'm writing about him in the past tense, as if he's gone, because I assume he is. One can't sustain a lifestyle like that for long, can one? One night, a few days before we moved to Utah, I woke up around three in the morning to the harsh grating of a snow shovel on the sidewalk in front of my apartment. I peeked out the window and there he was, in the thick of a snowstorm, shoveling the neighborhood walks. I miss him and I'm glad I found this video. More evidence of his charm and sweet personality, in spite of a pretty fucked up life. Look at that expression on his face up there! Breaks my heart, breaks my heart. You can see more photos of Charlie here. They're some of the best photos I think I've taken.