Eat As Bog Drink

I have found a problem with english, and it is that there isnt much middle ground available between "the coolest guy i know" and "a cool guy I know". One sounds hyperbolic and the other dismissive. Somewhere in between is this guy I know. I only know him from skating, and then not even that much. I like to think that he would agree with the statement, "bury my heart under the bridge," because so far, both of his parties that I've been to have happened under the bridge, and I didn't know aobut either one before hand. One was his batchelor party and the other was his birthday.
This one had had about 150 people. I had already spent 4 or 5 hours skating a curb up in the yuanshan area (I crossed off about a dozen things from my wish list, but I'm only mentioning it to set the tone for how how happy I was later), so I wasn't really into skating much by the time I cruised by the bridge. It wasn't that late though ,so I wanted to have a tb and contemplate what the homies were so intent on accomplishing that htey were still there an hour after lights out.
From across the street I saw that there were many people there chatting like parakeets, and somehow I knew it was mostly in english, even at a huge distance. there is a cadence to the language that is unmistakable. maybe there isnt, but i heard people speaking my mother tongue and made a 'taiwa tf' face, and a youth in fasionable dress saw me do it and shouted "it's ******'s birthday!" indeed it was.
as we say in hog mountain, you can judge a man by his friends. his friends were playing a sort of petanque game with an empty beer can and their shoes, that they called chuck. i joined in and soon was smoking and drinking with more laowai than I have met in the same place in 3 years. normally, i like being the odd one out, but this party soothed an intense yearning to hang out with new foreigners that I didn't realize I had until it was happening. homies kept skating the box as the party went on. I was touched that the chuck players made an inebriated annoucement ot hte non chuck playing crowd that if htey wanted to join in, they had to avoid the skating area, since people were still skating. godbless you, good folk.
a curly haired girl who I hope to meet in the next life talked to me for a bit. i stood around awkwardly without shoes on for a while.
i went home eventually and a tiny centipede with the stinging stride crossed the tiles in front of me and i ate a 7 burrito and drank a tb. it paused inbetween the cracks of the tiles and suddenly was gone. god speed.