Last person to call you Anthony: My lawyer leaving me a message on my phone. He said "dude a lot, too.
Last time you felt cheated: Every time I have to buy shoes.
Last movie you made a friend watch: Brown Bunny in fast-forward to the good part.
Last video you wished you were in: I wish I was Vincent Gallo at the end of Brown Bunny.
Last non-skateboard-related sport you played: Throwing rocks at cars.
Last thing that got you stoked on living in Los Angeles: Definitely all the acting gigs, commercials, and extreme shit that gets thrown my way. That was sarcasm in print form.
Last thing you missed about Vegas: A game I invented called "Who Can Out-Drink The Moon? which means no last call.
Last car you crashed: I crashed into a car on Halloween and ate a bunch of Christmas lights.
Last rumor you heard about yourself: That I went from rags to riches and I'm dating Avril Lavigne. I only humped her, and that's not dating.
Last time you were recognized off your board: Halloween in costume—does that make sense?
Last time you had doubts about the human race: When I hear the shit they play on the radio.
Last call, last night: Still going strong.
Last person who taught you a trick: Primo grind a handrail—Rodney Mullen.
Last person you taught a trick to: Kenny Anderson—backside tailslides.
Last time you danced: I'm not Patrick Melcher.
Last hill you bombed: In comparison to Slash and Belton, negative-four.
Last thought before trying any big trick: Live and destroy, motherf—ker.
Last purchase over $5,000: I don't ride for Plan B. I bought a coffee one time.
Last thing you did before leaving the house today: Smoked a couple nails and did a Benihana.
Last time wearing handcuffs: Vegas at 7:00 a.m. on September 9. Thanks, F.B.I.
Last dream: Lots of girls, not a lot of clothes.
Last nightmare: F—k, just endless running. I hate running … and golf.
Last card game played: Fifty-two-card pickup.
Last empty promise you made: Promises are for suckers.
Last promise you kept: Tell it like it is.
Last roommate: Seventeen people at Hellrose for life.
Last time you broke a board: As I'm saying this shit.
Last thing you voted for: No to bush—not the President, but chicks' downstairs hoo-haw goods.
Last hangover that wasn't worth it: Hangovers are reminders of how good the night was—always worth it.
Last country you visited outside the U.S.: I haven't even been to Denver—don't get me started.
Last thing you bet money on: That Slash couldn't eat a Big Mac in one bite. He did.
Last stitches you received: Forty-two in my leg from a bear bite … or a broken bottle—one of the two.
Last home where you slept on a couch: My home will always be a couch somewhere.
Last thing you wrote on your griptape: "Party The Baby Off.
Last lyrics you rapped: I'm a rocker, dude. I don't like rap. F—k that—Big L and Sadat X up as loud as it goes.
Last relative you spent Thanksgiving with: It's been way too long.
Last person who owed you money: My f—king lawyer.
Last idea you had that seemed crazy later on: "Let's smash this f—ker open and rock out with it.
Last meal you cooked: Seagram's 7 with a tropical 7-Up chaser.
Last thing you stole: Some Who dude's guitar.
Last thing somebody stole from you: My freedom for a week because of the answer above.
Last animal you had as a pet: Kitty magnet forever. And now an Italian Greyhound named Bella.
Last trick you attempted on vert: Switch corkscrew with one elbow pad on.
Last video part's hardest trick to make: Hippy jump up El Toro.
Last thing you would tell the world if it were ending tomorrow: Turn up The Icarus Line!
