A night of two sessions

The weather is ideal. That is why western crews are in town. It was 26 today, but down in the teens at night. It's sunday, so that means the city is simmering down after 10pm. I went to a new bar by the bridge for aperatifs, with service that sucked, so lzyk got very angry at them, which worked out to my benefit, since all I had to do was talk shit about them the rest of the evening and she was stotally on my side for the first time in months. before that,we went ot hte art show by the bridge and I collected some arts. the western duck restaurant by the bridge was immaculate, in the religious sense. this was one of the all time best meals i have ever had in my life.
i went back home ot pick up tc's skateboard, and (holy fuck i just realized that before that i went to JIMI's and got some new bearings put on. bearings looks like a misspelling, but who knows. anyway, sawty replaced some old bearings with some new ones, since i wasnt man enough to do it at home, and then i tried to put the old bearings in tc's gifted complete, but i wasnt man enough for that either, so now he will have ot learn to skate on 15 bearings. at least he can use my old bindipendant trucks). (also, i realize that calling you sawty is insulting ,and i m sorry, but i m really bad at names and i just cant remember and also i dont even use real names here so extra sorry. sawty you are. ))
the first session was in bantown and it was great. zw was there and a bevy of homies. one of whom was about my age and quit for 10 years and started back about 3 months ago. he is already better than me, but at our age, that's not really the point.
zw had a bang up sessoin. he landed ******(a flat ground trick taht is rarely seen in these parts) not once, but many times. I noticed the ground is a little more crackled than before. the city needs to come fix this marble for us.
afterwards, we discussed some things, and one of them was that the cure for children who wet the bed in taiwan is to be fed a live cockroach. apparently, this changes the qi and you no longer wet the bed. makes sense.
i left around the last time of hte last train. i had to stand there for a while, looking at my weird relfection in the glass, asking myself if i am happy with what i m doing with my life, and i said yes. maybe talking to myself out loud, maybe not. i cant remember, but people were staring at me.
i fogot to get off at the right station for trasnfer, so i went to the bridge station instead. since i was there, i got a couple of tbs and went ot roll around. 12 people were there, including 小t, who greeted me like we have been skating together for 20 years. this is where it gets a little bit emotional for me, because it turned out the dudes there were all my age (old) and somewhat potbellied and he had been skating with them for 20 years. They started skating here when i did, aeons ago, and now they have families and things to do, but they meet up once ever couple of months to do what we do. a couple of them asked me to remember this night, with the sort of desperation that we have when we know that maybe we wont make it to the next session, like soldiers going to war, only the war is the rest of our lives.
the whole second session was in the dark. they worked to teach (or maybe relearn) the tricks as a team. most of them have children. they filmed me acting out, which i begged them not to put online unless it makes me famous that getting fired from work won't matter. I am so lucky that i went by the bridge after lights out. i wish that i knew how to find the people i skated with in 1996. from their behavior, these dudes know how special it is that they still skate together, even if only a few times a year.
scatter my ashes under the bridge.