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I never thought I’d be writing this . . . not tonight.With all my heart and soul . . . I hate that I am. As a writer, God fills you with words. Regards of the who, what, where, when and why . . . he arms you with words knowing just exactly what to say according to each and every circumstance. A writer is never lost for words . . . ever. Tonight . . . I am.
It was only three weeks ago when I sent Roddy Piper a text message in regards to his situation of losing his podcast and WWE legends contract within a day of each other. As a human being, I was concerned for Roddy, and I just wanted to make sure that he was OK. From there, he and I exchanged a few more text, with his last one saying . . .
“Baby Jesus. I’m building an arc . . . just in case.”
In response I told Roddy , “Save a spot for me—I’ll even bunk with the donkey.”
Those text will never be deleted from my phone, because yesterday I lost not only my inspiration to work in the professional wrestling business, but also under God’s divine love . . . somebody that I could call a friend.
For almost 16 years Rowdy Roddy Piper had heat with me. For 16 years I had no idea why. I found out less than a year ago when Roddy reached out to me and asked me to be a guest on his podcast. At the time, I was absolutely honored to accept his personal invitation, not just because it was “Rowdy” Roddy Piper, but because I knew that this would give me the opportunity to find out first hand exactly what his issues with me were. As I hung up the phone with Roddy, he was very gracious that I agreed to come on, and ended our conversation by saying,
“God bless you, sir.”