Laziness tried to prevent me from skating, but failed. A small crew was there, smashing monsterous tricks from the pyramid to flat and skating the box at breakneck speed. rmj and mominey came up, and we skated til lights out. The heat and the pm2.5 were unbearable. It was hanging in the air around the street lights. Well, it was hanging in the air everywhere, but visible around the street lights. Absolute filth. As we got ready to leave, me suffering from knee pain with every ollie and the homies trying to wring that last little bit out, a fight broke out across the street. This is a very unusual event in Taiwan. A visibly besotted man and a taxi driver were doing some shouting, which turned into a little pushing, and eventually became a benny hill style sprint around the block and through traffic. We tried to imagine what possible dialogue could have led to this scenario, but I can't imagine what someone could say to me that would make me chase them. The cops pulled up on scooters and I pointed them towards the hullabaloo.
We went for a street beer cruise and stopped by my roof stoop, where the air was noticably cooler and cleaner. We cruised around some more in the streets and rmj had to head home, but I stayed up with mominey, discussing all matter of things. At rplaza, we both hit the same crack at the same moment. It probably looked pretty funny on the security footage. No skate night is complete without a little blood. I got home at 04:30.
One of Taipei's resident fine art producers left a few paintings at the bridge, one of which is now happily on my wall at home.
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