Chris Farley's Life Chronicled in Three Acts

Comedian Chris Farley was a big man who generated huge laughs on the big and small screens. The 33-year-old actor was a bankable box-office star with popular, high-grossing films under his belt — including "Billy Madison," "Wayne's World" and "Tommy Boy" — when he died of a drug overdose more than a decade ago in December 1997.

Now, a new biography chronicles the former "Saturday Night Live" star's life through the memories of those who knew him best. His brother Tom Farley, along with Tanner Colby, remember the actor as only friends and close family can in "The Chris Farley Show: A Biography in Three Acts."

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While the world knew him as a boisterous funny man who broke comedic grounds, those closest to Farley remember a deeply religious, kind, gentle-hearted human being who struggled with his demons for a decade before succumbing to them.

Read an excerpt of the biography below.

Introduction

Irish brothers share one of the strangest relationships on earth. We fight like hell among ourselves on a daily basis, but one word or action against one brother brings the wrath of God down upon you from the others. That was Chris and me. We were always competing, whether it was driveway basketball, touch football or Monopoly. Most of the time, those games would end in a brawl. Nothing bloody, mind you. Drawing blood would bring the fury of Mom or Dad down on all of us. No, most of the time we'd strike a few blows and then run like hell. And let me tell you, nothing was more terrifying than being chased through the neighborhood by a crazy, mad Irish sibling who outweighed you by twenty-five pounds and had a brick in his hand!

But rare was the time that I wouldn't come running if Chris was in trouble. I was the older brother; that was my job. And, Chris being Chris, it was a job that put me in harm's way more times than I would have liked. One such time, when I was in eighth grade and Chris was in sixth, he got into a fight with a classmate. He tackled the kid and threw him to the ground, landing on top of him and breaking his collarbone. Word got around school that the kid's seventh-grade brother was gunning for Chris. Naturally, I had to step in. I put the word out that the brother would have to get through me first. I found out later that day that the kid's brother was named Rocky. No shit: Rocky! The guy was massive (a future all-city lineman in high school, no less). No fight ensued, but I did learn that I possessed a real gift of what the Irish call "the gab." I talked my way out of it. It was my only defense, without which Chris would have certainly gotten me killed several times over. Life with Chris was exciting; he brought drama and danger into our lives. But no matter what he put you through, he could always just give you a look and make you laugh. Boy, did he make us laugh.

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