Chinese Housing Scams, Nerve Damage, and The Best of 90's Rock

This is what happens when I'm sober and can't skate for days on end:

Lzyk showed me an advert for an apartment that I immediately fell in love with. It's up in the hills to the north of Taipei city, but still about 20 minutes walk from the MRT, high but reasonable price, three rooms, western kitchen, and, I'm tempted to capitalize the rest of the sentence: in the forest. There were some odd details, like the terrible chinese in the add, and the owner in the UK, but if I mention those now, the outcome will be too obvious. Also, I might mention that when I googled the address, it appeared to be "7th floor of 12" in the middle of a national forest, where no such building appears to exist.

Lzyk's greatest fear is that the forest in the area was controlled by the land pirates during the white terror, and enemies of the party were executed on the hillsides. Consequently, "there are lots of ghost stories in that area." Once I heard her say this, my blood ran cold, because I knew there was not going to be anyway to convince her to move there, no matter how much ass this apartment kicks. But I tried. I even managed to convince her to walk up there tonight, to see if if she could brave the walk from the MRT. We didn't make it to the alleged address, because like in my old country, they don't have housing in National Parks, so the listed address didn't exist, but also, because as soon as we came to a place that required us to walk through a less-perfectly-lit area, she turned on her heels, braying that she was going home. At this point, I didn't think there was much chance of convincing her that home might be up on the hill in the forest in the dark, so I followed her. When we got home,  searched "taiwan apartment scam" and found some entertaining reading.

 After a few hospital visists, it appears that I have some minor nerve damage from my slam last week and can expect the numbness and burning sensations to continue in my arms indefinitely. Also, it feels like someone sucker kicked me in both armpits when I was passed out on the ground. If it's not going to get better, then I'm going to start skating again. I have two more hospital visits this week. If it goes poorly, I'll be skating this weekend. Skate til paralysis, right? ... right?

As for 90s rock, I refuse to mention products, tricks, or people on here, but I can confidently inform aspiring Taiwanese hipsters that razorblade suitcase among the best albums of all time, and anyone arguing otherwise is obviously a guomindang agent, or foreigner.