bad night, good company

It was the kind of slam that makes me regret skateboarding at all. It was slow slam. I had just stepped on. I hit a pebble. I wasn't even going walking speed. I hadn't even pushed yet. Like sparring against someone good at martial arts, I am not destroyed, because the ground held back from what it could have done to me, but also, I am going to feel it tomorrow, because I handed mostly on my face and somewhat on my hands, and a little on my shoulder, and somehow scrapped my knee. My back is already stove up.

I wanted to skate like a local, so I rode the scooter (defnitely more terrifying than riding a litre bike in america) up to yuanshan and met rmj. before he got there, I met the aforementioned pebble. It knocked teh piss out of me. that is somethign very funny about that. A thing so small, etc
fuck


anyway rmj wasnt feeling it either, so we made the motions of skating for a bit and called it quits. the fun part was the slappy curb, which goes from zero to one stair over about 25 ft. It's super rough concrete, but we have waxed and grinded and waxed and grinded since before the days of seniorec. (dude, where are you? hope things are good). rmj did a couple of ** ****** *****s on this historic curb and we biked over to the ampitheater, which had been skated to hell since I went there last. good.

neither of us could manage to put a session together tonight. at least he didn't slap his face on the ground. my jaw hurts like a bar fight.

I rode back home and somehow he beat me to the stoop on a ubike. scooters are really the worst, least masculine way to navigate taipei. everyone needs to stop riding this motorcycles made for little girls.

Except, it was actaully really fun and now i have this fantasy of riding all the way to kenting and back, mostly at night. Don't try scooters or heroin.

Rmj and I posted up at a park nearby our houses. Every 60 seconds, a herd of scooters roared past, so loud we had to pause the conversation. but hilariously in between, someone trying to sleep got pissed that we were talking in the silent 30 seconds, and turned on their light in the window and slammed their window shut. then they proceeded to take a very aggressive shit, while sitting in the window and staring us down from two floors up.

rmj pointed out that if he had come outside and told us to fuckoff, we wouldn't have left, but this aggressive shitting strategy while staring at us, was much more successful. unable to bear his wrathful gaze, we bounced down to a zen garden to finish our post skate beer. sometimes taipei is too weird for its own good.