About six weeks ago, I drove to the wilds of Massachusetts to do an interview with the talented and hilarious Stephen Lomer. The first part of the interview debuted this week, and you can watch it below.
The interview was a lot of fun and also the first time I ever realized I tend to ramble (sorry about that). Several topics came up, including editing, writing, poorly behaved wrestlers, and Richard Grieco. And I also went on at length about one of my mentors, Royal Bruce Montgomery.
Then a weird thing happened. A week before the video debuted, the wrestler I was complaining about dropped dead. I didn't identify him by name in the interview, but Stephen and I talked about him by name off-camera, and I shot Stephen a text when the story broke of the man's death. What a coincidence, he texted back. And that was the end of that.
Then, yesterday: I got a somber message from a friend on Block Island, letting me know that my beloved first publisher, Bruce Montgomery, had passed away that morning. It cast a shroud over the day, and I spent the better part of the afternoon generally feeling glum and teary. And around three in the afternoon, I remembered I'd talked at great length about Royal Bruce on TMAYDB. I swallowed hard and texted Stephen the news of Bruce's passing.
Okay, he said. This is getting weird.
Now, I don't believe in curses or supernatural death interviews or any such nonsense. I'm tremendously sad about Bruce's death, but I'm pretty sure my praising him on Stephen's show wasn't the cause of his demise.
I hope.
I'll write more about Bruce another time. But I'll admit, at the moment I'm sort of terrified for Richard Grieco.
Then a weird thing happened. A week before the video debuted, the wrestler I was complaining about dropped dead. I didn't identify him by name in the interview, but Stephen and I talked about him by name off-camera, and I shot Stephen a text when the story broke of the man's death. What a coincidence, he texted back. And that was the end of that.
Then, yesterday: I got a somber message from a friend on Block Island, letting me know that my beloved first publisher, Bruce Montgomery, had passed away that morning. It cast a shroud over the day, and I spent the better part of the afternoon generally feeling glum and teary. And around three in the afternoon, I remembered I'd talked at great length about Royal Bruce on TMAYDB. I swallowed hard and texted Stephen the news of Bruce's passing.
Okay, he said. This is getting weird.
Now, I don't believe in curses or supernatural death interviews or any such nonsense. I'm tremendously sad about Bruce's death, but I'm pretty sure my praising him on Stephen's show wasn't the cause of his demise.
I hope.
I'll write more about Bruce another time. But I'll admit, at the moment I'm sort of terrified for Richard Grieco.
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