how life fawking blows a**............... I met a guy back in high school and due to similar interests, we quickly became friends. I left for the Army and didn't talk to him much, but once I was out and his woman left him, we were Sunday football buddies. Anyway, he had a brother about 2 years younger than us. My buddy had moved into a successful job, while his brother got mixed up in dope and crime. Even though he was in deep, even though I wouldn't call him a friend, Kevin was a real guy who had to put up with a lot of crap for his physical stature and I would hang with him every once in awhile and he was one always ready to help someone out. He was also a guy with a great sense of humor. Not everyone in the world, especially the intended victim would find it as funny as Kevin and I did after I banged on his door one day and the result was a bunch of crashing and banging on the other side from his buddies and their coke lines. They were afraid I was who I said I was, but Kevin knew and let them fall for it hook, line and sinker. Last I heard, Kevin had cleaned up, gotten a good job out around Lodi somewhere and was turning his life around. Saturday, I received an email from my buddy, Kevin's brother. Kevin was found dead last week of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. Left behind a wife of 8 months, who is 5 months pregnant. Also left behind a daughter, who should be around 6-7 years old.