sometimes, its not about the skating.

i left going, bearing towards linsen park, to warm up on the flatground. on the way, i passed a half dozen westerners going the other way, none of whom i recognized. they weren't friendly, but one of them turned to stare at me. i presume they are getting paid. godspeed, but dont fuck up my spots.

rmj and i warmed up at the flatground + unslidable curbs, and to my delight, fm showed up too. we skated the marble benches while a taiwanese jimi hendrix wailed the most off key 90 minute guitar work i've ever heard. it was performance art.

we skated the gx1000 boulders and then the tiny linsen bank to granite curb, fully in front of a team of cops, who watched, debated, adn did nothing. then fm had to go home, and the remaining pair of us could only manage one more spot anyway. it was the z-shan tiny hubba, and we went full bore, until we went half bore. we chatted on the steps and a black dog walked by, which rmj called a 'little angel", because it looked us right into the eyes, with a happy soul. we skated a bit more,  until the conversation became more interesting than the session, so we beered up and walk/skated back home and beered up some more in teh park by my house. during the discussion, a baby huntsman  spider dashed up us; its only the second time i've seen one in taiwan. it was the size of my palm, and when i spit on it, it dashed away like it could strike people with lightening. he told me about how his neighbor knocked on his door late at night a couple of weeks ago, because a full sized hunstman was in her house, and he went in, cowboy style, poison spraying, and it reared up and shot webbing at him. it was too big to think about without going insane. its scarier than cattle mutilation. i made it home before four, but lzyk still wasnt satisfied with that.