One of the best people I've ever met is leaving, which is too bad for me, but good for him, since he's going to make some money, and also since he'll be coming back to Taiwan eventually. A quartet of us gathered at the bullring in 西門 as a sort of pre-going away party skatesession. The spot is, in miminey's words, minimalist. It's a white tiled pit that used to have angle iron around it's boundaries, but that got ripped off by someone, so the only thing left to skate is a mid-calf height stage with a rough but grindable round and chunky curb down the length of it. It gets interesting when 30 people are there, because the line to skate reaches almost all around the spot. Being in 西門, it's got very heavy pedestrian traffic, and there are always dozens of people stopping to watch. This was the first time I've ever skated there alone. It was also my first long pants sessions since last winter, but I jumped the gun and suffered from the heat all night.
We rolled over to the plaza and there were a couple of younger guys there, and a group of ten people with three skateboards, learning how to ollie. I got into a ******* and it zipped out and I fell awkwardly on my thumb, which still hurts. We talked until the MRT closed.
A taxi pulled out in front of a scooter and I went to get a beer and see if they needed help scraping the rider off the asphalt. Within 3 minutes, a fleet of gangstertaxis had arrived to quardon off the scene and prevent anyone from taking photos of the perpetrator, but they were too late - the police had already arrived.
rmj and I wandered back to our neighborhood. I'm happy we're still living like this. It's hard to imagine a better existence.
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