Last person you took out in basketball: Can’t remember. Line ’em up–you’ll get dunked on.
Last book you read: Who Moved My Cheese?
Last album you listened to: Jay-Z, Unplugged.
Last country you visited: Spain.
Last time you cried: Not happening.
Last piece of clothing you bought: Leather coat.
Last time you were in a car accident: Girl barge trip. Smythe almost killed us.
Last food you ate: Cheeseburger from the Foreman grill.
Last dream you had: Don’t dream, or at least never remember.
Last TV show you watched: Blind Date, ElimiDate, NBA League Pass.
Last team sport you played: Basketball–come an’ get me.
Last time you were confused: Every day I wake up.
Last time you felt inspired: Every Sacramento Kings game.
Last time you got into a fight: Encinitas, California. Don’t start none, won’t be none–dude got knocked the f–k out.
Last park you skated: Woodland–the best skatepark in the world.
Last magazine you read: Maxim.
Last person you talked to on the telephone: My dog Richard Angelides. If you didn’t know already, he’s the best skateboarder in the world.
Last time you were in the hospital: Two years ago–some ribs.
Last car you bought: Acura Integra.
Last skate video you watched: Virtual Reality.
Last time you went to the cinema: Don’t do movies.
Last contest you entered: Don’t do those, either.
Last photo shoot you went on: Pete Thompson shot the one in the top left corner.
Last song you listened to: Fabolous, “Holla Back Young’n’’ Woo-woo.
Last time you were betrayed: I don’t understand this question, but to all the Laker fans: you all f–king suck.
Last poster pinned to your bedroom wall: C. Webb.
Last time you thought about going to war: Never.
Last photo session you went on: Some stairs with Paul Rodriguez. Doubles back-to-back. What?
Last time you got a ticket: Two speeding tickets this year.
Last pair of shoes you bought: Nike Air Max Limited Edition.