First of all he my brother. And our mothers name isn't Priscilla, it is Paula. We never got along didn't see eye to eye. We lived together once and said never again. He stole the rent money from me and bought tattoo stuff so then we were evicted I was so pissed he had nowhere to go so I took him in cause he's family, that's the thanks I get. I'm sorry he's past but it doesn't matter to me I couldn't talk to him about anything he would always bitch me out. So I stopped talking to him. Then I have no idea why I just found out this year when he died last year. Some family....