Triple numbers. I don't really look for them as much as see them. 666's make me feel anxious, 777's get me stoked, but 111's and 222's are the best because they are rare. Who am I kidding, every triple set stokes me out... except the 6's and the 9's.
If I'm filming and someone else breaks out a video camera (especially if its HD) I have to stop, like I feel embarrassed to be filming. If I'm filming with someone at the time as soon as we get it or they give up I put all my gear away and just skate.
I fucking trip out if I blaze with someone and they live in a sketchy house (where I live lots of people live in old gnarly ass houses because its cheap) When its time for me to bounce and I have to go down the stairs it's the worst, like seeing ghosts and imagining super creepy shit... it sucks because its always hella dark until you reach the first lightswitch that works.
I cannot stand when people I don't know wax ledges, I will not skate the ledge until it's been skated on for a while. Watching people wax curbs makes me super anxious and I start begging them under my breath to stop, which makes them wax the ledge even more and even faster.
I hate large crews. Especially crews of jockish/scenester type skaters. Once they barge the spot I want to leave. I don't even like being in crews, I don't like being in large groups for some reason. Everyone here in Europe is all about crews, it fucks me up so bad. Funny, that if I see any member of that crew alone or in a smaller group its totally chill.
I don't get along with "hot" girls. It's crazy, I would end up in a cold war with every hot girl I ever worked with. The only time we would be chill with each other was when we would get slammed during a shift and we had to have each others back or anytime when we had to cooperate. Then when it came time to leave that job we would get drunk and tell each other how rad it was working together and how we should hang out... we never would.
People who are not funny or don't have a sense of humor creep me the fuck out, like give me anxiety. All I can think about is how bad I want to get away from that person.
I lose all sexual attraction to women who say they hate dressing up and would never wear heels, dresses, or formal wear.
After I eat olives I drink the brine-juice/oil left in the jar, green or black, don't matter.
I only take baths and I use grown-up bubbles everytime.