linsen bei traditional pain therapy

I couldnt skate for a week because my neck is rurnt. I took a nap this evening and woke up wired, so I went to linsen bei. The pig parts were fresh. I had stomach (spicy), heart (always eat the heart of any animal, can't go wrong) and liver (like meat pudding, because this dude gets liver pudding so fresh it's like liver milkshake. I will never eat pig liver anywhere else. Crunchy liver sucks).
I have a couple of tbs adn crossed teh flooding waters of taxis, black/white german shit cars, and whores. I wobbled up to the not-exactly-best yakitori on the stip, but definitely the friendliest, and ordered more calories.
before i left, i told lzyk 'im giong to eat ocra,' which is apparently almost exactly the same as saying 'i'm going to go have an affair.' mandarin is a tricky language.
anyway, the homie at the yakitori remembered me and made a big scene on my arrival; we shouted and clanked beers and i explained to him im drinking a japanese beer and he explained to me something i couldnt understand, and his little brother served the metal tables with plastic stools and blasted not half bad house music from his cell phone via some speakers (the music paused evertime he got a line message). The Dude was wearing a cutoff shirt with a drug reference about kenting, and super traditional psychedelic taiwanese baggy silk pants, with the ubiquitous blue taike flip flops. Also, he has a long on top, short everwhere else haircut, with sweatband, and elbow length gangster tattoos. I hope to look just like him, one day.
WHile I ate the grilled food and chatted with the king of linsen bei (he spent a lot of time going from folding table to folding table, toasting us and shouting and laughing and making sure everyone was happy), I watch the popos frisk somebody, and go through his everything but crotch, then let him go. so word on the street is, if you have contraband, hide it in the groin area, because taipei five doesnt check there.
earlier this week, i went to accupuncture for my neck ,adn it was like getting hit on the hand with a hammer, full force. my neck doesnt hurt so bad now though. i m not sure about the correlation.
i lied to the king of linen bei and said my wife was insisting that i go home, and i went home. i have to work in a few hours. i have no regrets.