The Hardest Decisions Are Best Made While Skating and Drinking

I am infatuated with Taipei, and skateboarding. If we move to the suburbs (Linkou) (in Taiwanese, this place is considered a completely different city), I will be 20 minutes away by bus. There is nothing to skate there, and nothing to do, except drink, which I already do too much of anyway. I told She Who Must Be Obeyed that I absolutely hate that place, our home has been civil war ever since. The one redeeming factor is that I found an abandoned basketball court (x6 courts). The one irredeeming factor is that it rains there nearly everyday. Also, I work in Taipei. 

There was a medium sized earthquake during my morning lecture, and a student grabbed my arm in fear. This made me realize that I should also feel fear. I didn't, not because I'm brave, but because I'm stupid. Then I skated the rest of the day. It was up to par, but nothing new. Then I got some beers. RMJ was there, and so was mrb. We threw back some beers and I ended up in the nightmarket discussing my decision. In the end, it makes sense to take one for the team and move to Linkou. The problem is that I'm assuming there is a team. 

At any rate, skating late at night through the Taipei streets with a friend is an order of magnitude better than doing it alone. Cruise or die.