A loving tribute to a player who we all know and tolerate. SaltyFeet I remember when I first met SaltyFeet. We were walking on the beach together, staring out into the great abyss, when he turned to me and said, "Yus I am reel man u wan to go skateboards?" I was touched by his proposition, but wanting to take our relationship slow, I turned him down. It was obvious that I hurt him, for he turned and disappeared into the ocean. My final view of him that night was his sand flecked white boy butt cheeks. The next time I saw him was at the burger joint in Florida. I was with my girlfriend, when he walked up and sat down. He was clothed like one of the sand children, and obviously had not bathed in a week. He gave me a withering glare then turned to my woman. "Hay bab," he said, his voice silly, so as to give any woman a case of the shivering swamp knickers, "I am reel man u wanna go skateboords?" This rugged man child seemed apt to pleasure her more than I, so without a look back, she disappeared. I saw in the paper they married and had many babbiez. The regret of what might have been fills me to this day. The last time I saw him was on his death bed. He had fallen with cancer, and had beckoned me to his bedside. It broke my heart how frail the once rugged sand child looked. As I kneeled by my side he whispered... "Skateboards." Before fading away. Had I only gone with him that day, perhaps I could have avoided a lifetime of alcoholism and regret. Forever and ever, stay salty. Saltyfeet 1367-2015 A dude.