at the time, I did not write about fg, it was one of those things that was going on when I was rushing to get everything done with that hairpin exactness that forces you to make it to work o time when balancing a custody demand and a job that required you to be there when the everyone was sleeping.

but looking back, I can say that, in all of my life i have never known those moments which, even during the time, felt like it was straight out of a movie. have you ever had moments like that? when someone you met is this fabulous larger than life artist who makes you feel like you are the most beautiful person in the world. I guess that is what is was about him, and it was not at first. at first i had no intention of even liking him, i thought he was a brat. a very goodlooking brat. 

do you know what it was that made me fall in love with him? it should not be such a shock when i say. and i do recall the moment exactly and where we were standing. there was another artist there too; the other one who worked with us for the night crew with the same first name so i called them their names 'squared' as a joke over the PA each night and they liked to compete

 but the moment was when fg took out his sketchbook, that was the moment. we three stood by the checkout counter after close. the place was empty except for us until three in the morning. and like all of us there, all artists, all with our mediums so it was expected there would be things to see.

i have looked at a lot of people's work. i have grown up around artists. i have lived in a family of artists and heard the criticisms of works, viewed friends of friends and art college students. but there was a moment and i guess he might have sensed it because before that i really had no time for the brat, but then he slapped down the sketch book. i have never seen anything like that sketch book. i would give anything to see it again. the work was unlike anything i have ever seen. the faces were Picasso weird. the shading so Chagall the images were so complex and involved that each page pulled me further and further through his visual journey. and there was the second named squared loudly sighing in annoyance at me because he knew there was no competition after this.