Last photo of a loved one you acquired: Two weeks ago I took a picture of my girl and my Saint Bernard Roxy together.
Last skate video you liked: Bootleg 3000-that shit’s gangsta.
Last words Elissa Steamer said to you: “I don’t want that shit.”
Last injury: A sprained thumb.
Last trick you surprised yourself with: Every time I land a trick.
Last hairstyle: Diesel.
Last thing you should’ve saved: The footy of the backside 180 over California Street in San Francisco.
Last fitted-hat purchase: A cream 76ers with Independence Hall on it.
Last person you told to f-k off!: It’s been a while, but I got some people to tell soon.
Last free meal: Breakfast at Dojo’s in NYC last week with Jay Plain and Pete-thanks, guys.
Last regret: Living in Los Angeles.
Last country visited: Australia.
Last TV show watched: Family Guy.
Last shoes skated: IPath-burgundy leather Grasshoppers.
Last skateboard you bought: A Plan B Sean Sheffey-and I was sponsored at the time.
Last song stuck in your head: The McGruff “Don’t Use Drugs” jingle.
Last sponsor picked up: Bootleg.
Last run-in with the law: NYC on the Red Bull tour.
Last non-skate magazine read: King.
Last thing you broke: My skateboard.
Last thing you fixed: Breakfast.
Last sweatshirt you cut the sleeves off of: An old clothing sponsor’s.
Last hand gesture made: Thumbs up.
Last tattoo: I’m a clean canvas.
Last time you felt uncomfortable: Riding back from NYC-my knees were cramped up.
Last good-luck charm: Dutch Master Corona Deluxe.
Last now-obscure pro skater you wondered about: I don’t.
Last video game played: True Crime: Streets Of L.A.
Last best thing to hit skateboarding: Not yet.
Last useless road-trip purchase: Some dud-ass fireworks.
Last movie you snuck into: Lost Boys.
Last package you received: IPath.
Last person who looked out for you: M. Plain.
Last thought: Ten minutes ago.