Post by Joe Neglia on Sept 25, 2007 2:40:17 GMT -5
Most of you won't know who I'm talking about or why I'm posting it here, but I have to get it out somewhere.
I got home tonight and no sooner did I walk through the door than the phone rang. It was a friend of mine named Mitch.
Now, for years, before these forums and before Wrestlecrap itself, I posted on a couple of message boards, WrestlingClassics and Kayfabe Memories. Huge boards, thousands of members. I was just one of a legion. But there was one guy on both boards that everyone knew and everyone liked. Mark Markley, or by his s/n, Mark from WA. For years, people considered him "the nicest guy on the internet." And he was. Mark had a love for the old days and was a jack of many trades. He was a former disc jockey and stand-up comedian. He loved the Ramones and Portland Wrestling. He just turned 50 a few weeks ago.
Mitch, who I've known almost as long as I have Mark (going into eight years now), broke the bad news. Mark passed away last night. He went while sleeping in his chair, probably with an old 1980s wrestling tape in his vcr, as was often the case.
Mark was special. We would spend hours in chat rooms talking about everything from his son's attempts at stand-up to him trying to do a stand-up routine in a bar full of drunk Hell's Angels. We ragged on him for telling the same stories all the time, but in truth, there were hundreds of them. Our 'net friendship went beyond just chatrooms and message boards, and even after I stopped going to those boards and the chat as often to concentrate on this board and other stuff, we always kept in touch. He was one of the few people I knew online that I considered an actual, true friend, and not just an "internet friend."
I'm blabbering away now. At least I haven't cried yet. Not yet.
Mark, wherever you are now, bro, I already miss you. You helped me through some really tough times.
But wherever you are, I know they have Nazareth and the Ramones on the speakers. I know they have cold Rainiers in the fridge and Buddy Rose on the tube. And I know you're already the nicest guy there.
Rest well, my friend. You were like a brother to me, and I love you for that. There will never be another one like you.
I got home tonight and no sooner did I walk through the door than the phone rang. It was a friend of mine named Mitch.
Now, for years, before these forums and before Wrestlecrap itself, I posted on a couple of message boards, WrestlingClassics and Kayfabe Memories. Huge boards, thousands of members. I was just one of a legion. But there was one guy on both boards that everyone knew and everyone liked. Mark Markley, or by his s/n, Mark from WA. For years, people considered him "the nicest guy on the internet." And he was. Mark had a love for the old days and was a jack of many trades. He was a former disc jockey and stand-up comedian. He loved the Ramones and Portland Wrestling. He just turned 50 a few weeks ago.
Mitch, who I've known almost as long as I have Mark (going into eight years now), broke the bad news. Mark passed away last night. He went while sleeping in his chair, probably with an old 1980s wrestling tape in his vcr, as was often the case.
Mark was special. We would spend hours in chat rooms talking about everything from his son's attempts at stand-up to him trying to do a stand-up routine in a bar full of drunk Hell's Angels. We ragged on him for telling the same stories all the time, but in truth, there were hundreds of them. Our 'net friendship went beyond just chatrooms and message boards, and even after I stopped going to those boards and the chat as often to concentrate on this board and other stuff, we always kept in touch. He was one of the few people I knew online that I considered an actual, true friend, and not just an "internet friend."
I'm blabbering away now. At least I haven't cried yet. Not yet.
Mark, wherever you are now, bro, I already miss you. You helped me through some really tough times.
But wherever you are, I know they have Nazareth and the Ramones on the speakers. I know they have cold Rainiers in the fridge and Buddy Rose on the tube. And I know you're already the nicest guy there.
Rest well, my friend. You were like a brother to me, and I love you for that. There will never be another one like you.