Yesterday my friend missed his tee time. This morning I learned he’s dead.

No context for now in terms of what happened. But I want you all to know how much of a fucking savage this kid was.

Best player at work, and the best player I knew.

Would show up with a Ping 425 and a bunch of old ass Spalding Executive Irons, and dust you. Fairway, green, two-putt.

Chipping in for eagle on the 18th. I’ve seen him blade a shot, and roll 100 yards to a tap-in.

He had a flowing mullet, was always the happiest man you knew, and golfed without shoes on.

My friend was an absolute fucking lad. And he’ll be missed.