gore

zw went to the bridge so i met him there, even thought i didn't feel like skating. it was cold and windy. young homies were there, much much better than the last time i skated with them. it was mostly empty. i skated lots of ***** *****s because my ankle hurt, and byc came up, and we skated a rough bank in the park near the bridge. then i cruised home, mostly doing a series of ********* on marble and metal curbs, and then suddenly at an alley, i crossed at slow speed and a scooter went by so fast that i only had to think it was going to hurt, but he missed inches behind me and hopefully was instantly killed by a taxi as soon as he turned out into the street.

zw was a rural train statoin last night and was greeted by a crowd of crying women. he could smell the gore inthe air,and found out someoen had been struck by a train. his english is better than my mandarin. the best i could understand was something about a pile of meat.

i cruised up the sidewalks and felt happy i didnt get hit. then i fell twice in quick succession and decided to call it quits. i came home to lots of naggining about having failed to clean the oragne juice out of a certain special cup that i didnt know was special until this moment. she is ranting as i type this, stomping her feet and accusing me of not letting her go upstairs, even though, i am typing with both hands. she is now ranting that i didnt wash the cup for 24 hours. this is going to take a while. i should stop typing.