I want to dispel some myths about my brother to some of you guys in silicon valley.
First of all, Stephen was a loner, a part from his girlfriend. He spent more time playing bridge than he spent Christmas dinners with us, as a family. That didn't matter, he was a good man and a very astute judge of character. We never saw massacres as being within the realm of possibility as far as Stephen was concerned. It has blown our minds, as much as it has blown yours. Believe me.
None of us, least of all me, could of seen this coming. It's not everyday an asteroid falls from the sky and annihilates your world and life. Is it?
Stephen was rich. sure, he had two planes. He never wore expensive brands though, he told me once he thought Milton had a place in everyone's lives. I thought he was referring to Paradise but only since he has gone, I now realize my brother was talking about Utopia, which means no place.
I miss my brother guys. I can't define him by one moment of ritual massacre under the eyes of the sphinx. It's just not how I see him... I loved him. I love him and now he is gone.
Please don't tie his memory up with conspiracy.