While thinking about doing my own little “Man Of The Street” Q&A’s with random people, I’ve been thinking about who I’d like to interview or have a conversation with that are now dead. You know, just random shit, shoot the breeze.

In my life, I’ve known a lot of people who have come and gone. A few really good friends who have now passed on and who I wouldn’t mind getting caught up with. Three good buddies that I’ve lost are Justin Roberson - a great surfer, and who I had the best times with in Hawaii. Parker Mitchell, another friend and ex-Hell’s Angels, and Chris Williams who was in the band Mutilage with me. Man, good memories with those guys. Miss ‘em all. The talks we’d have now; I wonder how much they would have changed or not changed had they still been alive today. What would be going on in their lives now? Would we still be friends now? I’m hoping that would be yes.

As far as entertainers go, it’d be pretty cool to hit up a conversation with Jimi Hendrix. My parents Herbie and Dibi were in a movie with him back in the day. Maybe you’ve seen it: “Rainbow Bridge”. That was before my time. I’d ask him about his surf music. Heavy guitar. What happened to the surf music and why was it never going to be heard? Did Dick Dale have something to do with it?

And I wouldn’t just want to have tender, civilized talks with these guys. I’d want to chat with random gnarly people like, how about Merlin the fucking Magician? That’d be pretty cool. Don’t know if I’d actually chat with him or just fucking stare and watch him do some crazy shit with his magic and wand. Fuck Harry Potter. Merlin’s the shit. I’d ask him to turn some people I dislike into trolls, maggots and someone’s constant dried-out prison bitch.

What about having lunch or dinner with Vlad the Impaler? You know, the real Count Dracula. This guy was fucking insane. No mercy. Evil son of a bitch. I can picture myself having some eggs benedict at his place while he drank a champagne glass full of blood…you know, out there on the veranda, cold dreary day in Transylvania with the stench of his victims everywhere, their decapitated heads all lined up, surrounding the fort, and blocking what would have been a beautiful view of the natural landscape. Maybe he’d ask me about surfing and doing judo airs, and I’d ask him just what the fuck was wrong with him to do and think the way he does. Fucking nutball.

If I were still into drugs and got strung-out, I think it’d be pretty cool to hang out with Sid Vicious from the Sex Pistols. But being sober now and seeing as how that lifestyle is a thing of the past for me, maybe it wouldn’t appeal to me as much. I don’t know. I guess I don’t have to be high to talk shit with Sid.

Those are just some people off the top of my head that I’d like to interview and talk with. Dead people, that is. What about you guys? Who would you like to meet and ask questions to?

And, oh yeah, I guess I wouldn’t mind meeting Marilyn Monroe, too. Obviously, I’d ask her if she knew who killed her. Then I’d ask her if her carpet really matched her drapes.

Back from the tradeshow in Florida and already back to the grind here at Astrodeck. Uploaded another Q&A session I had with my mom. So check that out. Part 3 in a series. Gotta hand it to Dibi, she asks some pretty good questions.

Watch it here: Christian Fletcher: The Pipeline Prowler

And speaking of questions, I’m throwing the suggestion out there, anyone who wants to ask me anything and everything…well, you can. Either comment and write here or write me on my Fan Page Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/pages/Christian-Fletcher/195488988687) and ask away. If I dig your question, I might include it in my video blogs. Should be pretty sick. And now that I’m back, I can really concentrate and focus on doing my own little man-on-the-street type of interviews with random people, all walks of life.

Like, if I come across some trophy wife/soccer mom from the OC, I wouldn’t hesitate in asking her some gnarly things. For instance, “Would you drink the after-birth liquid of a hyena for $100,000?” I love seeing reactions. Love the unexpected answers. Being caught off guard. Fuck, yeah. I want to see the grimace on her face.

Yeah. You’re done here. Go check out the video now.

Word To Your Mother

Interview I did with my mom at Astrodeck Headquarters.  Part 1 in a series. Gonna start doing more random things like this and video-blog (vlog) everything. Should be interesting…

Retelling old tales, going down memory lane, talking about tomorrow, living today, talking shit, giving kudos, past, present, future, so much to say, not enough to say, don’t want to say too much…so what should I post on my blog today?

Well, the year’s coming to an end. 2009 has had some ups and downs for sure. But I’m stoked to be back for the most part. Got a new hold on life and looking forward to the next chapter of it. 2010 will mean bigger and greater things not just for me, but I hope for all of you, too.

Been surfing, working here with my folks at Astrodeck. Re-launching my clothing line and starting a brand new sandal line. So watch for that.

Speaking of my parents. It’s my dad’s birthday today. Yup. December 30. He’s 61 today. How epic is that? The guy has been around and he still likes to snake me out in the water! But it’s cool. Haha, fuckin’ pops.

It also happens to be my parent’s wedding anniversary. 40 years. That’s such a feat. 40 years of anything can get stale but 40 years of marriage…and through their own roller-coasters in life; running a business, venturing out with different art projects, film projects, writing for mags, my mom starting her own non-profit organization with the Marines, raising two boys…just living and surviving life through everything…nothing but mad respect.

Hope everyone has a great New Year of epic proportions!

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Whoever, whatever, whenever. It’s all good.

I hope you’ll stay along for the ride.