I worked with Frank Lanza and he also lived up the street from me for over twenty years. That guy was nothing but a pill-popping, script-forging junkie right to the end. Maybe it was easier for you to deal with him as a resident. At the lowest point of your life, maybe you really felt like you deserved to have your "ass kicked," but that sure as hell doesn't make it right. For me, knowing that he was high all the time, doctor shopping and forging scripts and seeing him bombed off his ass stumbling around the street made the hypocrisy too clear to pay any attention to what he had to say, which, incidentally always consisted entirely of verbally abusing someone. That guy was a loser in life and at Daytop and it's a shame anyone had to be subjected to his B.S.