Work, such as it was, ended about 19 00. I ate peanut noodles at the street restaurant outside of my front door. I went to the bridge to meet up with rmj, but i got there early. A congregation of about 100 EDM fans were wiggling in the back, at one point to a song whose only lyrics were "E, E, EDM, EDM, EDM." It had a somewhat repetitive beat.
Like a chess game, I countered by buying a couple of TBs from teh hilife, and playing fleshjuicer as loud as my phone could play, until it ran out of batteries. Around this time, one homie after another showed up, until the whole place was swarming with them. It was too crowded, but somethign about he cold weather made us skate better, and at leastthree of of us did some new things. I always repeat taht skateboarding isnt about the tricks. But sometimes, it just is. landing a new trick is a spiritual experience. rmj got one that i have never seen done on the box at the bridge, and if it hasnt been done there, then well, actually, it's probably been done a lot somewhere else too, but fuck those people, our spot is exceptional.
one of my favorite people in taiwan showed up, to grieve by skating under teh bridge. it's douchy to say I understand, because I don't, but when I am faced with death in the family while I'm in Taiwan, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to end up at the bridge too.
It's tempting to make a lazy list of people who were skating there, and tricks that were done, but that just isn't what skating is about. It's about the emotion of it all, it's an impressionistic activity. This night was an angry oil painting. Thanks, all of you.
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