Steve Randel and I had been invited to view the Floyd Mayweather Jr.-Miguel Cotto fight at Dark Star's apartment. This was a no-brainer, since the fight would be arriving in HD on Darkman's new 80-inch television and he was picking up the hefty tab for the pay-per-view.
It was agreed during a prelim fight that there was a need for a pizza to be delivered, and Dark made the call. When the pizza arrived 40 minutes later, I sprung to the door to pay for the pie.
"Is that you, Richie?" Dark said.
When this was confirmed, Dark invited Richie to come in and snag a couple of items out of the refrigerator.
Randel and I shook our heads in wonderment. Dark Star had a first-name buddy for every task, including pizza delivery.
Darkman had no family -- not since the death of his beloved mother Phyllis in February 2007. And yet there were numerous messages sent to my cell phone Friday afternoon, all asking the same question:
"Have you talked to Dark? He didn't show up for his 2 to 3 spot on KFAN, and he's not answering the phone."
The worst was confirmed shortly after 3 p.m., when three friends entered his apartment in the Ridgedale area and found Dark deceased in his bedroom.