PART 1 of our series interview with ex-NFL New Orleans Saints offensive tackle Kyle Turley. While on tour with Hank 3, Kyle stopped by the Astrodeck headquarters and did an interview with Dibi Fletcher. Yeah, my mom. This interview, among many others yet to come, will be featured on www.christianfletchersurf.com and will be called “The D-Side”. Man, there’s just too much talent stuffed into one person. Gifted motherfucker; Football player, musician, surfer…ladies and gentleman, check it out. Kyle Fucking Turley!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3zRt5htWrA

Got myself a camera and gonna start rolling with it. Film, record and interview everyone who crosses my path and ask them what’s up. Should make for interesting commentary on the current state of affairs. What do you guys think? Me asking the mailman about the philosophies of Buddha. Or going to get a burrito and asking the guy behind the counter what the mystery meat is…is that donkey or rat? Doesn’t matter. Everything tastes good with Tapatio. Or asking some ratty grom how the surf was at Creek. You know, stuff like that.

Fuck, I’m a people person when it comes down to it. I dig meeting people from all walks of life. I hope I get some raw, funny, honest and even gnarly coverage. Have you ever been approached by a peg-legged drunken dwarf? I have. And I’m bummed I didn’t have the opportunity to record and save the conversation I had with her. Yeah, her. She was so rad. Drunk and angry but rad nonetheless.

I’ll interview my friends. Chat it up with some pros. In fact, my mom is interviewing Danny Fuller today for a magazine. I’ll do some stuff like that, too. I’ll fucking ask these guys what most people wanna hear but are afraid to ask. It’s such a delicate world we live in, you know.

But I’ll do it in a more casual manner. Just shoot and film candid conversation. It wouldn’t be all fucking journalistic with a bunch of thought-out questions and answers. I ain’t the fucking Journal of New England Medicine with essays and analytical reports. Stuff like that gets stale quick so don’t expect that here. It’s easy to say to expect the unexpected when it comes to anything I’m involved with. Is that too cliche? Fuck you. I don’t care.

I just want to always make things fun and interesting. It’d be a lot more random to go down to Trestles and catch someone off-guard and ask them if they’ve ever given their chick a dirty sanchez than asking them, “Duuuude, how are the waves?”

Yeah.

I welcome anybody who visits my site. Friends, haters, lovers, fans, groupies, Republicans, dick-draggers, skateboarders, snowboarders, Wall Street types, nerds, Eskimos, borderline retards, tennis players, Angelina Jolie, Rabbis, Lutherans, boxers, violinists, pastry chefs, shit-talkers, people with bunions on their feet, fat chicks, skanks, bankers, artists, musicians, hillbillies, cross-eyed kooks, unicorns, dentists, longboarders, ping-pong players, the whole state of Alaska, tap dancers, vegetarians, carnivores, clowns, diabetics, cholos, crips, bloods, groms, old-timers, taggers, yoga instructors, lispers, Armenians, architects, actors, and especially your sister and your mom.

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

I hope you’ll stay along for the ride.