I flaked out on mw last night, hard. Sorry.
I couldnt stay awake and I didn't wake up again til 13:00. Then I fucked around the house for a while and sugar coated some new skateboards and then a session got thrown together. We were gonna meet at She Men plaza, but when I rode over there, the 3 acre plaza was overflown with tents and all people and all kinds of shit that blocked the entire spot. I killed my phone, so I had no choice but ride all the way back home and inform the line group.
We met up later at the bridge. It was crowded and I was in a ferociously bad mood, but I worked through some basic things, like a zen cultist doing breathing exercises. It didn't really work and I was antsy, and also ironm had to leave by the last train, so me and him bailed and went to skate the ***** into bank next door. It was covered with people. So we went around the corner to the metal bank, and it had tents blocking it. Then we pushed a couple of stations away to the samurai helmet spot: it's the roof of an underpass that's pretty mellow but super exposed when the city is insanely busy. ironm tried some flip tricks on it but we went on towards to the main station.
At main station, I sat down to scope out the likelihood of bag theives in the general area as ironm skated the banks with the manny pads on top. Instead of a bag theif, a trio of slots came up to tell me they love me. I have ot say that I was flattered. I told the main one that i loved her too, even though it wasn't true, as ironm pivoted all kinds of cheese and crackers all over teh banks. he fell a few times into basically what is an open sewer for the local homeless, but piss dries, fortunately.
Eventually, the rest of the crew came up; rmj and fa and tfs. I annoyed everyoen by trying to direct teh skatespots, but i quickly got my comeuppance: the city was so busy that every spot I tried ot lead us to was filled with a sea of people. Skate moses, I am not. To be truthful, the whole thing had a poisonous feel to it. We all tried to make it work. no one was being a dick, except maybe me, but it felt bad.
we ended up failing to skate several spots and then pretended to enjoy skating the big ledge plaza at main station. it wasn't the worst thing, but it still sucked.
I credit fa with turning the tide. he started trying ******s across the plaza, for as far as he could, adn then in a minute we were all doing it. it broke the ice. rmj and i went for a beer, and on the way back noticed a man with a skateboard standing high up on the mrt entrance. It's not quite a quarter circle, but its at least 7 m off the ground. We paused far away, to watch the spectacle of someone trying ot roll down the back side of the quarter circle. he didn't make it. another day.
it got even better once we abandoned the idea of finding skate spots or having a good session. instead, we went down poop street to a spot from ancient history. It's a pair of steep, short wall rides, which require an ollie to get on at all. It also has a pink marble curb, and a metal curb, and it's nicely tiled. For me, this was the night when I could ****** **** ***** at will, ** and **. For others, it was a night of cheese and crackers on the wall rides.
A weird truck drove up, and dumped 587 newspapers on the sidewalk. we played team skate, because I begged them. tfs did some *** **** **** ******s and **** **** **********s like I wouldnt ever have expected anyone to be able to do. and ********* ** **** *****. what a douche. such a showoff.
As the session wound down, we beered up again and I lurched off before the rest of them. I'm old. At least I skated all the way home.
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