The Shine

Brad

Someone must have posted my blog somewhere else because I went from zeroes of comments to somes. Comments from people saying they know magic offering to me my mentor. Mostly people claiming to be witches or having sold their souls to Satan for magic power and thick meaty erections but one guy who claims that he learned magic from aliens.

I don't believe you. Any of you. It would be funny if one of them was legit through and I was passing up my best chance to learn.

I was expecting Brad to one of the "lifelong wrestling fans" with a blog and podcast and a Youtube channel and all his social media dedicated to bemoaning his perceived shortcomings of everyone in the business and gleefully anticipating how various promotions will fail. The kind of "educated" wrestling hipster who spends all his free time on wrestling forums bitterly recounting his innumerable grievances with the thing he claims to love.

Who else would be at a show I'm on but the kind of die-hard wrestling fan that passionately hates wrestling and everyone in it?

When I reached out to Brad he didn't know who I was. He's not a wrestling fan at all. He was at the show because he was walking by, saw tickets were $5 and remembered "kind of" liking wrestling as a kid. He said that he thought Degeneration X were pretty cool when he was 10.

And I thought I had shitty luck.

I thought it would be easy to get him to engage. I believed him, I thought that was going to be my ace in the hole. What does that mean? Is that sexual? I thought that if you had been through something insane like he went through you would be desperate for anyone to believe you and you'd jump at the chance to talk.

That didn't happen. We had e-mails and messages and tweets and texts going back and forth until I badgered him into facetiming me and he saw that I really was the one there getting my brains bashed in by a magically possessed Bloody Mary.

He was annoyingly blasé about the whole thing. Especially considering that 24 hours ago he was losing his shit over it. I asked him to describe exactly what he saw and he seemed fucking bored to be going over it. He actually said at one point that he needed to be at work "in an hour and forty-five minutes" like that meant he didn't have time.

I asked him if he saw anything strange when he looked at me. He kind of jerked his head like he hadn't considered it before. He said that when he looked at me he saw "sparkles". "Like in that fucking pedophile vampire movie?!" is what came out of my mouth. He said no, it wasn't like that. He said that it was like when you try huffing model glue for the first time and pass out. After you wake up you see weird pops in your vision like tiny fireworks with no color. That's what he saw when he looked at me.

"And you didn't think that was weird?" He said that until the smoke monster showed up he assumed it was a just a flashback. I asked him if he had ever seen it before and he said that he did see a girl in community college like that once. He assumed it was a flashback to the glue also.

"Okay, so I think you can see magic somehow, here's what I think we should do."

He didn't want to hear my plan. He told me that it was "taken care of". When I asked him how he said that he probably shouldn't say for "operational security". When I asked him what the fuck he was talking about he said that his uncle had handled this once before in the 80s and he was going to handle it again.

After a second "what the fuck are you talking about?!" he agreed to meet in person.

It's only a 12-hour drive to Wausau.

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