I texted Lzyk and she said she would be late coming home, because she is a wage slave. Nevermind that she is saving the world from influenza, you ungrateful bastards.
I showed up at the bridge, just before lights out. There were a lot of people there and I was shown much love. According to some dude named Mazlov, this sense of community is important. I didn't skate particularly hard, and most people cleared out after the lights went out, with our usually elaborate hand-slapping and goodbye saying ritual, which is a lot like our parrot-like hello-saying and hand slapping, only in reverse. After lights out, Mr Bulgaria (who looks like a body builder but apparently isn't) and the new aussie, for whom I had an awesome name a minute ago but have now forgot, kept skating and drinking and eventually (scandalous for all yall taipei skaters) left the bridge and went across the street to a superb bank. Then, the australian whose new nickname I will surely remember soon, bought us all beers, and we told each other stories about insane women and UFO abductions. The winning stories were 1) waking up to an alien next to you 2) waking up to an empty bed where a taiwanese woman had slept, with a huge knife still under the pillow.
The last beers were spent talking to Mr. Bulgaria as we skated towards our neighborhood, about the coming world war and post antibiotic era. It was hot tonight, 27 degrees most of time, but at the end of the conversation, a chill wind blew through Taipei, and the leaves in all the trees in the boulevard were hissing. We went by 7 and I bought a three cheese sandwhich, which is the best food in Taiwan, and then it started spitting rain, so I skated the last little bit home in the rain, with a backpack full of TB.
Holy shit boys, I just remembered the aussie's name: Tiger Snake. Because he fucking got bit by one.
Nights like this make me never want to die.
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