When I was a young boy, one of my most beloved caretakers (more like an Uncle to me) who I affectionately called Keithy, committed suicide. I didn’t understand it.… When I was a young boy, one of my most beloved caretakers (more like an Uncle to me) who I affectionately called Keithy, committed suicide. I didn’t understand it.… Read MoreCreative Loafing Charlotte –