The mystery brunette sharing Matthew Perry's last public lunch at Hotel Bel-Air represents The Claw.
The new of Matthew Perry’s shock death is still reverberating through the surf community. The 54-year-old actor was found “unconscious in a stand-alone jacuzzi” on October 28th after he had played a pickleball game. His assistant, out running errands at the time, returned to the nightmare and immediately contacted the authorities. It was, unfortunately, too late.
The aforementioned surf community had been, weeks prior, rage filled at Perry after he had denigrated Keanu Reeves, long considered the greatest surf actor of all time thanks to turns as Ted Logan and Johnny Utah. “Why is it that the original thinkers like River Phoenix and Heath Ledger die, but Keanu Reeves still walks among us?” he wrote in his best-selling memoir.
Thankfully, the Friends’ star quickly apologized, declaring, “It was a mean thing to do. I pulled his name because I live on the same street. I’ve apologized publicly to him. Any future versions of the book will not have his name in it.”
Surf fans, forced to live in a World Surf League, are unaccustomed to anyone taking accountability. We all, immediately, re-fell in love with the man who brought us Chandler Bing.
Matthew Perry Surf Forever
Interest in Perry’s last moments, anyhow, has reached fever pitch. He was out to lunch at the picturesque Hotel Bel-Air with a mystery brunette hours before his passing. The last public photographs of him, in fact.
Her identity shrouded in secrecy until, hours ago, revealed.
Athenna Crosby, a 25-year-old model and entertainment reporter according to the New York Post, took to Instagram to declare:
I am so devastated from his death but felt it was in poor taste to talk about it publicly as the attention should not be on me but rather on him and his legacy and he was an extremely private person and I always respected that in our friendship. But indeed, we were friends and I was one of the last people to speak to him and see him before he passed.
Beautiful words but also, as is most elements in this tragic story, surf adjacent.
Alongside being a model and entertainment reporter, Crosby is a “Monster Girl.” But you have certainly been to an extreme sport event in the last year or such. The energy drink made famous by Bobby Martinez and Dane Reynolds is still very much in the action game. The “claw” mostly sponsors our BMX bicycle rider and motocross brothers but also, I think, the current surf world champion Filipe Toledo.

Scantily clad “Monster Girls” are a mainstay at events that actually draw a crowd and I, once, had the pleasure of meeting their madam.
All to say, if you have an extra large can of hype in your fridge, please retrieve it and poor some out now.
If not, hit your nearest gas station.
It’s the right thing to do.
I hope Huli gave him cracks
Pissweak
Probably planning the next political mess with Otto, both been missing.
This is exactly the type of “content” one produces after being 86’d from talking to anyone with a backbone. Chas is the definition of desperately “surf adjacent”.
You know the whole time all he was thinking was how am I gonna get her back to my hot tub?
It’s difficult to know for certain but I speculate Chas has no more than three more totally unsurf related blogs/ click baits about Perry death.
He can’t keep going any further, ffs, think of the children!
Leave my Children alone! lol
Did you ban LGR?
ive seen interesting things about his final instagram posts with bat signs and cryptic messages. Something about cranberries and potential link to the, wait for it, drowning death recently of cranberries lead.
Also completely unrelated (or isnt it) but the logo for monster is not an ‘M’ like people want to believe its actually hebrew numbers. take a guess which numbers? its not 555
It’s clearly Satan’s syrup.
Tales from the Com long read:
I got a Monster Girl’s phone number way, way back in the day when I was at a relatively empty dive bar haunt up in San Jose by myself and one of the three Monster Girls there who looked bored out of their minds struck up a conversation with me. She seemed nice enough in spite of how dense she came across as.
As I was leaving, she voluntarily gave me her number without me asking for it or otherwise suggesting that we ever talk again, and asked that I call right then and there so that she knew it was me. For some reason I obliged, really wanting to get out of there more than anything given the next day’s swell forecast, and it scarcely occurring to me that this was escort-like behavior given the circumstances. Later that night, I received a call from that same number and an angry female voice said, “Who the fuck is this and why did I get a call from you?” As it turned out, the Monster Girl I was talking to gave me the number of one of the two other Monster Girls there, neither of whom I had talked to or interacted with whatsoever. After I recognized and explained this to her, she said, “Ok, I’m going to hang up now, loser.” I told her that was a very good idea and might have said something along the lines of, “shouldn’t you still be turning tricks at this hour?”
About an hour later I awoke to my apartment door sounding like it was about to be pounded down. There was no one there when I opened the front door, but laying on my doorstep, there was the Monster-branded keychain shwag I’d purposefully left at the bar and I saw a raised truck with a green neon light under glow speeding down the street.
No idea what that was really about to this day, but the surf at Four Mile the next morning was all time.
Best thing I’ve read here for a while.
The Mile is never all-time. Sometimes good, always something, but never all-time. And it’s always been a bunch of VALS, always.
All time for Four Mile. Contest at the lane prevented anyone from paddling out there that day. Can’t speak to what it’s like now, but it would still turn on from time to time in the early 2000s.
Haven’t been there since the late 90’s. Was always amazed at how crew from Saratoga and Los Gatos manage to own that place for so long. Other than Kevin Reed and Lei, nobody from Santa Cruz surfed there, ever. It was quite the crew of hooligans back then.
Thing I remember most about Four Mile in the eighties was all the broken glass in the parking lot from people’s truck shells being broken into.
Wonder if the tree is still there on the other side of Highway One that we would climb to check the waves.
The tree is/was on the ocean side of the 101. The same one people would occasionally rub shit on. Fucking hated that place, only surfed it if everywhere else up north was windy. Dregs of society hung there.
Yea I’d surf Waddell usually.
What a roller coaster
The Monster Swell!
trick o’r treat nightmare…how did she know your way ’round San Jose?
Would have to have either been a skip trace using the phone number or someone followed me.
I heard a rumor that Keanu got other people into hard drugs, including River Phoenix.
Matt Bing’s prelim toxic report stated no fentanyl and no meth and people are sighing relief. while a complete report ‘won’t be ready for months’…seems they’re witholding new evidence and the trickle effect will have us loose interest. (he admitted taking 55 valiums a day for years.)
Did they really say “no fentanyl” or was it wider like no opiates? You see people get hyper specific when denying things when they want to lie while still technically telling the truth.
like i said. truth be told? rarely…
Pore ol engrish – never saw it coming. Chas blindside punches the dictionary yet again.
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Perfect*
Gotta pay rent!
Peak BG the past few days….”surf adjacent death,” shark story, actual surf related death, more “surf adjacent death.”
I fear Chas is only heating up with these Santa Ana winds blowing.
Definitely it was the pickleball.
never played pick-ball or corn hole. horseshoes-on-the-beach, baby? we’ll toss ’em from my hot tub.
Whew, for a moment I thought this topic was played out and done.
Never underestimate.
what are the odds? every sport is now over-using statistics to get more bettors. start a death pool?
Actually looking forward to somebody else dying now so we can move on.
I just bought Matthew McConaughey tickets to surf Waco the day before cleaning day.
Lol!
Lol!
The Ayatollah…
Just keeps floating to the surface