Pretty much, yeah. He was a tool and die maker and was able to retire a few years ago. He was an amazing woodworker and had about as much wild-ass, high-end wood working machines and such as he did guitars and amps. He's been a constant in my life for a long time now, even though we are pretty far apart in age, he was the big/older brother I never had. Texted nearly every day, silly dumb-ass guy shit. We drank a lot of beer together and always had a great time. Cookouts on his deck, Super Bowl games at our place. This is so fucked up, I can't believe he's gone, it still hasn't really set in fully.