Skateboarding saves the day

quite literally, i mean it was a bad day, and then zw invited me to skate at bplaza and I went, even though it's pretty far from home. I pulled up at the same time as some guys I kind of recognized but also kind of wasn't sure if I recognized, and realized my day had been bad. It was a sort of snap depression and it kept me from being able to skate without feeling like my ankles had lead weights on them. maybe it's because the city is still blanketed in poison so thick that you can taste it as soon as you step outside.
when zw showed up, i gradually cheered up. it didnt hurt that a dozen other dudes did too, which is about the maximum capacity for this spot (single long long long marble ledge. the abosolute slickest in the world). my skating sucked but i got to talk to zw and new friends (he has known some of them for more than 10 years now, and he was an og back when they started skating) and I learned some new taiwanese. youngbuck got mad trying to ********* and was so furious that even though he landed it, he didn't seem to enjoy it anymore. Eventually, I called it quits after the second time of gluing my magically evaporating circas back into something like enough shoe to skate in. they've come undone in a week. maybe because they're vintage adrian lopez promodels, bought in a nightmarket for 600ntd. at any rate, the rubber visibly erodes with ever ollie. great control, must buy a new pair every 100 tricks.
I rode the mrt under the river and got off at the first station, which is a hood with a reputation for danger and lowlifes. This is of course nonsense, because it's taiwan, but I did notice that it's a beer desert, since there are no 7's for miles. there isn't even much graffitti. I guessed my directions when i left the statoin, but it was early, so even if i got lost i wasn't going to be concerned. i skated for about an hour, without sight of 101 or mitsukoshi, and not even a single hilife, much less a 7. to foreshorten the story, i skated for at least 30 min in mostly the wrong direction, which meant 30 min back, because i'm too cheap for taxis. i eventually wandered by the bridge, which felt lonely and empty and silent, and then back by my house and up to the roof for a beer, and then here, on the couch, getting bitched at because my skate clothes stink and i tried to wash them at night.