sorry mominey et al. i said i would go to南港 but then i bailed, because i am lacking in moral fibre. instead i finished the work that allows me to pretend I am an adult, chucked a beer in the freezer, studied mandarin while it chilled, and then drank its nasty ass while (there is no beer more vile than 9% taiwanese beer. it doenst help that the tall boy of 9% costs $1USD. This was a mistake that I will not repeat.) i went to the bridge, because it's what i do. Sukoto showed up, and a decently deep crew of other homi es. One group is some young uns I've ran into late night on the side walks. They are the future of skating in Taiwan. If I had a company, I would sponsor them boys.
It was a social night. InjuredJ was there, untable to skate because of his knee. I kept trying to find out how he did it, but he wouldnt tell me. instead, i drank beer and we discussed soty. This is how you know someone is true; he can't walk, but he managed to get to the bridge to watch the rest of us skate.
Speck is a dude I met a long long time ago, and have seen many times since, but I'm not talented at remembering people, so it serves to tell how nice he is that he wasn't offended that only just now sort of recorgnized him. writiting about these experiences makes me realize how social the skating experience is. most of what made tonight good was the human element. i cruized around for a bit and got some more beer, but what the part that is going to flash before my eyes is the half understood japanese conversatino between speck and sukoto right before i cruised home.
the manny pads i pushed from the temple were pilled up in the back. i pulled them out and skated them. it's an old man trick, but ******s are becoming the most fun of all for me.
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