Many things are wrong in my life but I learned *********s. I did my first one about twenty years ago, and then I did another first one a couple of years ago. I've done a few sporadically in the interveening years. Tonight, I did a few dozen, at the three stair, as I sipped a beer and skated a cool down session from earlier. Even if I lose them, and I suddenly am back to square one, at least I can say I knew how to ********* for a night, and my tail has the marks to prove it.
Before my ecstatic park finale, I spent the evening filming cruising lines in the old old hood with a new friend. We share the same opinion about the subjective value of street skating, as opposed to park skating, and about various beautiful things we found in Taipei as we explored. We found some wall art of people with pushcarts and swords and monk robes and so on.
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