Last album you bought: Some Felix Da Housecat compilation.
Last show you attended: Fischerspooner at the House Of Blues.
Last person you ate breakfast with: Scott Johnston and Ben Colen at Roscoe's.
Last vehicle you bought: I've only leased.
Last night on the town: If it is, it better be with the homies and forties of Old E skating around Sunset Boulevard.
Last words of inspiration you heard: All of my brother's Daily Doses that I don't delete.
Last time you wore a tie: At Aaron Meza's wedding–it was a sick-ass bow tie.
Last book you read: Mötley Crüe's book The Dirt–too bad Nikki “Suxx” now that he's suing Vans and Thrasher.
Last album you listened to: The Best Of Siouxsie And The Banshees.
Last time you thought you were going to die: Today.
Last pair of sneakers you bought: Lakais at Huf's store.
Last country you visited: Canada.
Last time you cried: When Keenan Milton died.
Last piece of clothing you bought: Some aqua-blue pants for my Halloween costume.
Last time you were in a car accident: A couple of years ago–knock on wood.
Last food you ate: In-N-Out, yo!
Last promise you made to yourself: To budget.
Last TV show you watched: Blind Date.
Last team sport you played: Probably basketball at Podium.
Last celeb you saw: Eric Koston, Spike Jonze, and Jose Feliciano at The Ring Ring Ring party.
Last time you were confused: All day, every day.
Last time you felt inspired: Something inspired me once, but I can't remember.
Last time you lied: I lied about what brand of shoes I bought, but I did buy them at Huf's store.
Last good park you skated: Oak Harbor, Washington.
Last time you got into a fight: France–I got my ass beat by a couple of bouncers.
Last person you talked to on the telephone: My brother Greg.
Last time you were in the hospital: I got my foot X-rayed about a year ago.
Last thing you lost: My keys, my wallet, and my phone every day I leave my house.
Last setup you put together: I just set up a sick-ass old-school 30-year-anniversary Jeff Grosso with 169 Indys, Bullets 95As, and hot-pink griptape for Halloween, and now it's my “cruiser.”
Last skate video you watched: Subject To Change.
Last time you witnessed anarchy: Well, true anarchy would be to go against even your own views, so I'd have to say letting dishes stay in the sink for more then an hour without washing them.
Last time you went to the movies: Five days ago I saw Tupac Resurrection.
Last contest you entered: Toronto–I paid off the judges to give me fourth place.
Last magazine you read: Us Weekly with the Paris Hilton sex-video article.
Last time you got ripped off: When my car got broken into and they stole my radar detector, new digi cam, hella CDs and DVDs.
Last song you listened to: Young Lay, “All About My Fetti.”
Last time you were betrayed: I'm sure I haven't found out yet.
Last poster pinned to your bedroom wall: I was eight years old and it said, “Why die to get high?”–my mom made it for me in the third grade for a school project.
Last Web site you visited: fatalbeauty.com.
Last tattoo you got: I leave that to Greg.
Last time you got a ticket: A couple of weeks ago at that new Compton school for trespassing.
Last video part you were stoked on: Marc Johnson and Gino in Yeah, Right! /P>
Last thing that made you laugh: A Wanda Sykes crank call I have on my iPod.
Last time something changed your life: When I bought my house.