I know the feeling Naija. I've only cried at one death or tragedy in my entire life, and that's cause I was utterly alone in a remote area for work on a depressing, grueling campaign when it happened back East, and drunk as fuck too. Although in almost every case I wanted to cry but couldn't. I dunno, man, maybe the both of us are repressing it and one day we'll end up shooting up a fuckin shopping mall.

How old was your brother and how did it happen? I'm guessing you woulda been what-- 17, 18, 19, something like that?