New trucks in new taipei city

The theme of the last few months has been that I have too many observations of skating through the city to remember in one writing session, even with notes from my phone.

At the end tonight, I went back to mainstation and cruised to the bridge on the way home. I bought some tb's to drink in the dark and had a cool down session alone. An avalanche of mist came over the barrier from the bridge level high above, and I didn't think much of it, but looking back, it's probably why I spent about an hour puking my guts up on the sidewalk, because it wafted down into my open beer. I think it was zika prevention spray, but I honestly have no idea what I ingested.

Taiwan has these pink and clear plastic shopping bags that look like victoria secret bags, but they're not. One of them was full of something horrible, in front of me, while I drank my final tb on the seven stoop by my house, which is in the running for The New  Stoop, but so far, I'm not making any commitments. I don't know what was in that bag, but I'm hoping it was nothing worse than a fetus.

Most of the evening was spent in B-ville, which has the best ledge in Taiwan and features in a variety of videos. It's not hard to find, if you come here and ask anyone about the best ledge. It's pink, 100 ft long, and has perfectly smooth surface. It's also surrounded by a park, so the traffic noise is a at a minimum, and you can hear the frogs and crickets trying to convince other frogs and crickets to make more frogs and crickets. Also, since it's just outside exit 3, an catwalk of sawties parade by the entire time.

The ledge is lit by a pair of floodlights, as though the city intended for us to use it as a skatepark. If you have an infinite budget and as much marble as you could imagine into being, and you were tasked with making the best skate spot possible, you couldn't do better than this one. zewei told me it's eight years old, and the police used to cruise by every night to kick us out, but in the last few years, they can't be bothered.

The temperature is almost chilly at night, definitely down to 80 degrees, or almost. It was a blue sky day, and as the sun set around this massive marble plaza, I watched the reflection of the sky, on the sides of the new skyscrapers, fade into darkness so slowly that I couldn't notice the progression. Then some homies showed up. We skated under the neon for hours. It's about 50 stories high, all around. Every building is blinking mandarin adverts, but I can't really read them, so it feels like art instead of prostitution.