magic

The best weather on earth is the edge of a distant typhoon as it passes 2000 miles to the south. To begin, it's windy, and less hot. It rains some, but it's very isolated drops, with the effect of bugs hitting your windshield or flak hitting your bomber, although, one of those seems more severe in retrospect, having reviewed my notes on the night. Under the bridge, the wind (breeze can't capture what it does) makes the hundreds and hundreds of used up skateshoes spin on their axes as they hang from the rafters.
trash loops around in eddies like american beauty. Taiwan has way more plastic garbage, so there is a lot more beauty. you can find god on any corner.
After the bridge session, i went for a cruise through the new neighborhood; not a random walk, but a purposeful zigzag through the alleys, some old, some new.
I found a 50ft sloped pink marble curb, a block from the house. I took a pic to send to the line group, and security came out to say "you no photo, you no photo" in english. It must be a really exclusive curb. Maybe can tell I just don't have the balance to ******* the whole thing.
The wind got noticably stronger. It was so strong that it could stop me cold, rolling down a hill, or push me across flat ground for as far as I wanted to go. I ran some redlights. It might have been my record for distance traveled without putting a foot down. Typhoons are awesome. I went on an don. May the wind ever be at your back, yes, I get it now.
Typing this on my phone, the security came back out again, just to have a cig and stare me down. He is going to freak out when I confirm his worst fears and bomb the little ramp and try to **********slide his pink virgin curb.

It didn't work. The curb was sticky and he went inside before I tried it.

Later: the wind is gone. Lil wayne in the park. I pissed against and indian laurel fig with a tangled trunk, like a cat looking furtively around trying to give birth.

I tried to recreate my favorite skate photo of all time, and it kind of worked, but also didn't work.

It was from a 90s transword and it was a photo of someone pushign along a white line, like on the edge of an american road, and the caption was "straight lines don't exist in nature." I have no idea who took it, or who wrote the caption, but it was on my wall throughout highschool.

Suddenly, I was thunderstruck by an alley with little tiny colored flags waving across the top of it. The typhoon puffed through them like a sadistic lover. I flimed it for a while, and freaked out some passing sluts, who, realizing I was filming them ( I wasn't), yelped and high tailed it to the next crosswalk. They are probably writing about how they were nearly assaulted by a Tronald Dump look alike. Dear women of Taiwan, I am honestly not trying to sexually assault you.

The last note on my phone reads :

same glove twice, but I found it again half a mile away.

I'm not sure what that means.