Back to the bridge. ZW and RMJ were there, and others. I had some kind of weird artheritis or zika or asthmatic nasal meningitis, so I really couldn't skate well, but I tried anyway. It was a sleepy, abandoned bridge session, but the weather was the best of the year, owing to a typhoon to hte north. I watched bits and peices of a disappointing grand prix on my phone, and skated in non-skating abibas shoes, which, it turns out are better than the purpose made skate shoes I've been using, but that I had to leave at home because they disintegrated too quickly and my glue repair didn't dry yet. I suspect that that last sentence has some grammar issues, but I never reread.
rmj and I cruise/walked home and hit up the stoop for maybe the second to last time. I'm moving soon.
I forgot to report that I saw a homeless man eating out a disgarded 7-11 box at the skatepark and I offered him $100. He took it, which is a first for taiwan, but he didn't speak chinese. he looked like a skeleton. turns out, he is probably a se asian worker, escaped from a factory here, but so far unable to return home. taiwan is not paradise for everyone.
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