skating in the morning is unnatural and immoral

I woke up at six oclock for reasons that I can't fathom. I went skating across the empty but sunny city. It was surreal. It's only a couple of hours after I usually finish skating, but it was an alien experience. I went to the crack ledges, under a bridge in Datong, and up to the wharf. It was already unskateably full of people lounging on the ledges, so I went to the flight path circles. It was a sluggish session, but at least teh rain to the east stayed away. I failed to get any new tricks, but lathered up hte ledges with wax. Then I broke my skateboard on a brilliant *******. It was a good board, for my first homemade one. It was still strong enough to push around on, so I skated all the way back home.