cant decide on where to begin. the begining would be a stupid place. I skated home after the session, against the current, which is to say, in the opposite direction as normal, since i moved. if anything, it's better in this direction. but that is boring to say.
equally boring is that 10 years ago, i got my first hosptal job, and my mother bought me two button down shirts for it. thanks mom. i still have one. well, i had it until tonight. it was so dry rotten that it started to tear to shreds down the seams. i helped it along by tearing new holes all over. by the time i was cruising home, i was wearing a button down cape with weird flowing ribbons behind it.
i went to bridge and met another new german, whom i shall refer to as zegerman. he showed up cigarette in mouth and beer in hand, so i think we will get along. bastian came too, and they seemed to get along, but you never can tell with their folk. my front baseplate broke and i slammed on my elbow because the hanger popped completely out. fuck you, bindy's. never gonna spend that much money on trucks agian. i left to meet liln at the plaza, but hundreds of pokemons were pokeling all over the ledges, and it was completely impossible to skate. so instead we went to the northern passage, and met up with a shipai homey, who i ll call icynecklace. we went out by the river, and liln tore it apart. icynecklace and i have some spots in common, so we're planning ot meet up this weekend when lzyk is partying down south. we went til late, and bombed the hill back to the mrt station. i got off at the old station, and had a couple of tbs on the stoop, just because. then i tore my shirt some more. and then i skated home as fast as i can, to the new home, with what was left of my shirt billowing behind me.
there are these metal grates in taipei that you find at the entrances of buildings that use carts a lot. they give the carts good grip, and help them go up the stairs. ;late at night, they make an unholy noise if you carve up them while cruising the sidwalk. it's as loud as a tank fight. a pokemon player (ok probably not, but i'm seraching for moral justificatoin) was U biking in front of me when I hit the metal grate. he swivveled his head like he had been stung by a hornet, saw me pushing fast with a tb in hand and flailing dress shirt in tatters, and he stood up and took off like he was in tour de france.
there is a kind of looking that people do where at foreigners on skateboards, late at night. it's interested, but not nonchalant. my costume tonight, and my speed, got a whole other reaction. people were diving out of hte way, from 100 m ahead of me. dear foreigner who comes to taipei a year from now, I am the reason everyone hates you. sorry.
i had the brilliant idea to go in 7 with my shirt in this condition. the clerk deadpanned the entire transaction, like nearly shirtless foreigners come in all the time. maybe they do.
i was so amused that i did it again. same reaction. went home. gonna use the shreds as layers to glue one to my abibas to cover the holes.
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