Thank you, Gents..your too kind.
Throughout the years that I've lived in assorted places, and had the pleasure of surfing and hanging with many, it's always a sense of loss when you loose a friend or a guy you thought was pretty neat to hang with.
Some come into your life and then go on, and 35-45 years later they pop back into your life again. It seems as I grow older, this has begun to happen more, maybe, folks reaching out one last time to rekindle the fires that once raged in our opu's. (bellys) Certainly, with the new era of Droids, Facebook, E-mail's and such, it opens our vulnerability up to such people seeking a " howzit brah. How you been It's been a long time, hasn't it"?
I found out about Buddyboy through a friend in such a manner as stated above. E-mail. It just said they had found his body in a parkinglot, in a car, dead, from an overdose. I'm bummed out. Buddyboy was like Cassius Clay, smooth, calculated and would sting like a bee, when he would noseride. He just had style, grace in his surfing. It was just the trend for that period.
And now, I answer another E-mail and another friend has passed, another surfer friend that I grew up with in the same time period. Same time as Buddyboy Kaohi. We're all getting up there in age now. It's just fact and you certainly become aware of your mortality a bit more.
Zoo-ba-dee Lau, or superD as he was known in his small kid days name, until it was somehow changed due to our sense of misconstruing our words here in Hawaii with our own pidgin english, but Zoo-ba-dee eventually became his given name. I never knew his first name. Such were nicknames for the day. Another friend lost, not in the manner of saying aloha to yourself in a lil strip mall parking lot, but with your daughters around you and lots of love & aloha.
Paddleouts, are becoming more frequent for me. It's just fact. It's just how it is.
Aloha, PPK
MF.. your a bloody Champ, My friend. A Man could ask for no finer mate, than you! Cheers!!