The Angel of Death arrived tonight. Like in the Ten Commandments, its gloomy white fingers of foggy death crept into the city as we skated. I almost flaked, because of working too much, but as usual, I'm satisfied that I didn't. After a full day, I got to the bridge for teh last hour before closing time. It was rush hour, but the crowd was people I hadn't seen in about a year. Two of the old old crew were there, and I got to see the best ********** in the buisiness. Rmj was also, there, and nfa and FeM and a few guys who knew me by name. The vibe was bad, and I'm giong to side with FeM and blame it on the air pollution. My personal scale is this: if you can see it under the street lights, it's bad. If you can see in more than a meter down towards the ground, it's real bad, and I won't skate because I dont want to die of cardiac arrest. There are only a few times I've seen it half way down to the ground from the street lights, and this was one (once, in Taichung, I saw it all the way down to the ground. Propaghandists say it isnt the scooters or powerplants or factories, but they're wrong).
Normally, I wouldn't skate when doing so shaves three months off my life, but the night had the makings of a good street session, so I came along. The hunch proved correct. Our foursome of westerners wandered to rmj's **** **** church spot. It's basically a 75 degree narrow marble wall. FeM prefers this type of spot, and I realized why, watching him skate it. We were throwing tricks out there as a joke and he was doing them first try. A homeboy on a Ubike came up and started filming it. I thought he was steady posin or we were going to be on the news later, but it turns out he was homie from the bridge. He borrowed a skateboard and skated the spot with us for a bit. I hope to run into some lasa boys in the streets later, they are legit.
Next we wandered around, and since my phone is broken, I don't have great notes. We tiptoed around some spots like the Slappy Street, which is six blocks of perfect yellow slappy curbs, and a belly button high bank spot. It's dimly lit weirdly shaped planters that kind of grind down on the ridges. They're asymetrical and mostly good because they're weird. Then we went to the earthquake up block. I don't skate it in the same way that vegans don't eat baby cows.
They others did, and tore it up. I did kind of sort of try to skate the ledges, which were easier to get on than the last time I was there. ts showed up out of nowhere (not having a working phone is weird) and skated like the engergizer bunny. After a few rounds of beer and discussion of all topics, I had to head home. I started out going exactly the opposite way, but my friends aren't assholes, so they set me right.
I didn't get horribly lost. I ******* some marble curbs on the way home, and decided to swing by the 3stairpark.
I had been drinking and I was very, very tired. I don't want to toot my own horn, but I am prouding of tonight. I have a trifecta of tricks that I want to be able to do on the curbs there, no matter how tired or how drunk. I got them quickly: **** *****, ***** ****, and ***** *-* *** ***. Ok, I thought, spitting out grey phlegm from the death swirling all around in the air, I'll try a ***** ****. I got it first try. I drank more beer. I kept skating around and around in the tiny park, almost too small to skate at all. This air is death.
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