Last Words Steve Claar
Last book you read: Two Years Before The Mast by Richard Henry Dana.
Last album you listened to: Chicken Zombies by Thee Michelle Gun Elephant.
Last time you thought you were going to die: The last time I flew.
Last guitar you bought: A Fender Squire something or other. I like playing drums better.
Last country you visited: Denmark in 1999.
Last piece of clothing you bought: Navy servicemen shoes.
Last gig you went to: The Dirtbombs at the Casbah in San Diego, California.
Last time you were in a car accident: When I was sixteen, an old man plowed into the side of my little truck. It really wasn’t too serious.
Last food you ate: Leftover pizza.
Last dream you had: I remember, but in very little detail. Who wants to hear about dreams anyway?
Last TV show you watched: Cheers, late at night.
Last team sport you played: Little League baseball. I played from third until seventh grade.
Last time you were confused: I work on motorcycles, so it happens a lot.
Last time you felt inspired: Shit, that happens all the time.
Last good park you skated: Ocean Beach, San Diego and the Clairemont pool.
Last time you got into a fight: I get in fights with my girlfriend, but it’s not “fight” fights. I got punched out by some stupid skinhead over a beer in 1985. A total cheap shot!
Last magazine you read: Walneck’s Classic Cycle Trader.
Last good tip someone gave you: I guess I forgot.
Last person you talked to on the phone: Some dude at TransWorld.
Last time you were in the hospital: April 2001.
Last car you bought: 1992 Mercury Sable wagon for 1,500 dollars.
Last skate video you watched: I think it was called Send In The Clowns, but I’m not sure.
Last time you witnessed anarchy: Barter is a form of anarchy-I do that sometimes.
Last time you went to the cinema: Cinema?
Last contest you entered: The last skateboarding contest was in 1991.
Last photo shoot you went on: I take some pictures here and there.
Last time you got ripped off: Some tweaker scum stole my sunglasses out of my car.
Last pool you skated: The last swimming pool was in La Mesa, California a month ago.
Last song you listened to: Some crap on the radio.
Last poster pinned to your bedroom wall: It wasn’t my bedroom, but my garage. It was a picture of Mike Smith doing a lien air at Del Mar.
Last time you thought about going to war: I think about it all the time.
Last time you got a ticket: It’s been a while, almost ten years. I used to get them all the time.