Middle age surprises. Crack-addicted friends with bad chips on their shoulders in 1992
have since made peace with themselves, started families, replaced missing teeth, and
become altogether wonderful people. Great womanizers who cavalierly juggled
supermodels in their twenties now find themselves alone, with suspicious suntans
and too many Chrome Hearts rings on their fingers.
have since made peace with themselves, started families, replaced missing teeth, and
become altogether wonderful people. Great womanizers who cavalierly juggled
supermodels in their twenties now find themselves alone, with suspicious suntans
and too many Chrome Hearts rings on their fingers.
In my early-thirties, terminally single, I found it hard to get through dinners with
happily married couples with young children. Their comfort and stability reminded
me of all that I lacked, and my free-spirited, peripatetic lifestyle did vice versa.
Now I’m on the other side of this. My single friends describe in gloating detail
their sexual conquests.
happily married couples with young children. Their comfort and stability reminded
me of all that I lacked, and my free-spirited, peripatetic lifestyle did vice versa.
Now I’m on the other side of this. My single friends describe in gloating detail
their sexual conquests.
Most fascinating is the whole “older I get, better I was” epidemic, especially
when it comes to surfing. At Waikiki Beach a couple years back, I met a haole
surf instructor who spoke in thick pidgin and advertised himself as an ex-pro.
when it comes to surfing. At Waikiki Beach a couple years back, I met a haole
surf instructor who spoke in thick pidgin and advertised himself as an ex-pro.
“What years?” I asked.
“Late ‘80s, brah.”
“Which tour?”
“ASP and PSAA.”
I competed on the ASP and PSAA tours from 1986 to 1991 and I’d never
seen this guy before.
seen this guy before.
A minor surf and skate pro from the ‘80s claims on his website to have
“inspired the Dogtown scene and helped spark the SoCal surf/skate/snow culture.”
“inspired the Dogtown scene and helped spark the SoCal surf/skate/snow culture.”
I have watched one of my contemporaries’ bios change throughout the decades.
In the ’90s he was a “former East Coast surfing champion.” In the ‘00s he
became a “former U.S. Champion.” Recently he has graduated to “former Top 16 ranked pro.”
In the ’90s he was a “former East Coast surfing champion.” In the ‘00s he
became a “former U.S. Champion.” Recently he has graduated to “former Top 16 ranked pro.”
Following this trend, I’d like to amend my own biography:
—I did not deliver a pizza to John McEnroe in 1986 but rather John McEnroe’s
wife, Tatum O’Neill, who invited me in, offered me cocaine and beer, and gave
me a blowjob in the Jacuzzi.
wife, Tatum O’Neill, who invited me in, offered me cocaine and beer, and gave
me a blowjob in the Jacuzzi.
—I grew up not in the Valley but Venice Beach. My father is serving a life
sentence for murdering my mother. I was raised by Kent Sherwood, Jay Adams’s
stepdad. I teethed on Cadillac Wheels, catamaraned down Bay Street with Uncle
Tony Alva, lost my virginity, age 11, to the ‘Malibu Grinder’ in that famous
gangbang the Colony crew still talk and high-five about.
sentence for murdering my mother. I was raised by Kent Sherwood, Jay Adams’s
stepdad. I teethed on Cadillac Wheels, catamaraned down Bay Street with Uncle
Tony Alva, lost my virginity, age 11, to the ‘Malibu Grinder’ in that famous
gangbang the Colony crew still talk and high-five about.
—Jello Biafra, my godfather, hurled me off the stage at the Whiskey-a-Go-Go
at a Dead Kennedys/Cramps show in 1980. I was 12. After crowd surfing
through “Chemical Warfare,” Connie Jacobs, with pink Mohawk and pink
pubic hair (how do I know this? she showed me), burned a mi vida loca tattoo
into the back of my neck.
at a Dead Kennedys/Cramps show in 1980. I was 12. After crowd surfing
through “Chemical Warfare,” Connie Jacobs, with pink Mohawk and pink
pubic hair (how do I know this? she showed me), burned a mi vida loca tattoo
into the back of my neck.
—Madonna and I not only ate sushi and smoked a joint and had rough sex
in the alley behind Femme Nu in Waikiki after the Rolling Stone shoot
(see below), but also she brought me along on her ‘Like A Virgin’ tour,
and paid me handsomely to dazzle with my Gene Simmons-like tongue,
much to the chagrin of Jellybean Benitez.
in the alley behind Femme Nu in Waikiki after the Rolling Stone shoot
(see below), but also she brought me along on her ‘Like A Virgin’ tour,
and paid me handsomely to dazzle with my Gene Simmons-like tongue,
much to the chagrin of Jellybean Benitez.
—Tom Curren still has a tough time looking me in the eye after the three
times in a row I beat him in WSA quarterfinal heats.
times in a row I beat him in WSA quarterfinal heats.
—During that scandalous and prolific stint between my second Palme d’or
and my hang gliding accident, I was not snorting methylenedioxypyrovalerone
as Vanity Fair erroneously reported. I was doing tai chi and eating raw food.
and my hang gliding accident, I was not snorting methylenedioxypyrovalerone
as Vanity Fair erroneously reported. I was doing tai chi and eating raw food.
—And while we’re on the subject, yes, she was a senior at Beverly Hills High,
but no, she wasn’t seventeen, she was sixteen-and-a-half.
but no, she wasn’t seventeen, she was sixteen-and-a-half.
—Brad Pitt, alls I can say is I apologize, the whole thing went down before
you entered the picture.
you entered the picture.
