The guys struggled like hell in school (PROBABLY dyslexic but nobody knew what that was). My Dad was very hard on him...downright mean at times. Kenneth (Brother) started partying the night of his first concert...KISS in Dec 1976. He dropped out of school in 11th grade...battled depression most of his life....drank more n more n more with age to cope. But through it all, he ALWAYS ALWAYS worked. NEVER collected a dime of assistance. Even with his troubles, I still looked up to him. It sucks because he HATED that he never got his GED. He was scared that he would be embarrassed by failing. But the night, I graduated High School myself, he was my biggest cheerleader. He pepped me up when I joined the USAF. Was SO thrilled when I landed the job at NAS Jax Fire Dept and REALLY stoked when I was picked up by JFRD (Jacksonville Fire Dept) Through it all, I still looked up to him and did not feel the excitement for my achievements as much as he. December 2010, he had a bad accident while loading lumber on his delivery truck. Fell from 12 feet up and wound up with a brain bleed. It messed him up just enough to where he could no longer drive and he certainly could not focus on office work at the Supply company. That was IT for him. He essentially said "FU** IT!!" and drank himself to death on his couch. Some might say he quit but I KNOW he was simply tired of life. I actually found it ...and still do...a bit scary that my biggest motivator was overcome by demons. REALLY bums me out BUT.......I still will chuckle out loud sometimes when one of the MANY fun memories of that guy comes up and there is a LOT of them.