My brother, my friend.
My brother was older and always protected me. Once we went to the Murray the Kay Sow at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem to see Jay and the Americans, a Dusty Springfield, Leslie Gore, etc. some girls were sitting in front of us and when the show was over, they accused me of stealing their album that they gave out. I explained that I was holding Cosmo's but they wouldn't believe me and my brother, my hero stepped right in and protected me. I miss him every day and wish he was still here with us.