Last Words Steve Claar

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.