SLIDE GUY, WHAT HAPPENED?
He was on top, sliding everywhere - tractor tires, waterfalls, in the Andes with Bono. It was going so well, bigger than planking, bigger than Mikey - then it all started to fall apart. Little things at first; questions about his socks. Then that unfortunate interview with Alan Levine where his fans saw a different Slide Guy - angry, bitter, complaining. He might have been able to recover from that, a few charity gigs, an appearance on The View. But fate had something else in store for Slide Guy - those photos. Even if you're Slide Guy you don't sit on another meme's lap.
Confidential caught up with Slide Guy recently. We found him sitting alone in a local Chipotle, staring listlessly at a half-eaten burrito, trying unsuccessfully to catch the attention of a nearby table of laughing DTLTists. He wouldn't talk to us at first, after all Confidential ran those photos that destroyed him. All we could get out of him was an angry "You want to know what happened? Really? Why don't you take it up with him?" We followed his glance towards a dark figure in the corner, wearing a black plaid shirt, a black toque, and big mirrored shades.
I motioned to my photographer - but the guy was too fast. All he left behind was this: