His name was Phil. He was your stereotypical antisocial trench coat wearing creepy artist type. Actually, he wore a business suit jacket. He was a year or two older than me but didn't drive. He would walk or take the bus. I thought he was super cool although looking back, he was probably the main guy all the kids picked on. He had a distaste for anything "commercial", or mainstream. No one understood we were looking at the world without a filter. It took me several years before I could see the world he did. Over time it's easy to have the filter on again and it's always a struggle to be aware when it's there.
Phil exposed me to non comic code comics. The stuff parents feared. Heavy Metal, Epic, Comix, and reprints of Zap started shaping me. I always wanted to illustrate these stories. I had my own stories in my head but never knew any writers I could learn from. Phil wrote his own strange stories. They were personal and really tripped out.
So remembering early Heavy Metal. I drew a few Ran Xerox things.