Since I woke up early again and didn't have a great time peeling children's gore off the asphalt in Sanchong, I decided to go out to as far as the MRT can take me in the other direction, and skate in the skatepark. This was a mistake. It has a roof, so it's shaded, and although it's new, it was build with 90's era masonite, and it's in a tropical climate, so it's slick as dogshit. Even kickturns on a bank can fling out from under you. In part, it's because of the pollution. The black grime that collects everywhere in Taiwan coats the masonite like carbon based KY jelly.
My hatred for Taiwanese parents reached a fever pitch when approximately 100 of them brought their children there (presumably some of them didn't make it, due to scooter crashes) and put their fucking bags and fat asses all over the hubbas. I shouted for them to move, but they just stared at me. I slallomed through them a few times, thinking of doing an andy roy and elbowing one particular fucker in the middle of his back. I don't know why he bore the brunt of my hate, but I hope he crashed his scooter on the way home. Even if he did, the park wouldn't be any less crowded, because soon there was one neon helmetted hellspawn for every square meter, standing on a skateboard, sitting on a skateboard, holding a skateboard, pushing a skateboard out of in front of them with their hands, etc. At the time, I prayed for an earthquake, for rain, for tidal waves, for the ground to give way. My hate was incandescent. Now though, I blame the park. Parks are anti-skating.
I skated the pool for a minute, but by 11:00, the surface was so hot that my feet were getting burned, so I left. This was a good decision. I went back to the safe cocoon of the bridge, where it was shaded, had a slight breeze, was totally empty, and where I met a new aussie in town. I ended up going home happy, but typing about the scum at Nangang is making me a little pissy again.
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