The skateboard who wouldn't die

Weirdly, it's cold again, like, under 60 in the old measurement. The air was clean and dry. I worked a 12, and was pretty convinced that I was cracking two asahis and passing out the minute I walked in the door, maybe with the company of isaac arthur. But lzyk wasn't home and I thought I could sneak in a half hour at the three stair. Maybe, I could **** ***** enough times to snap the **** and then I can finally put on a new deck. The **** has been so smashed apart by the new tricks I learned (poorly) that two layers have delammed and half of it has chipped off. I have never and will never focus a deck, because I know what it's like to not have one. But I was secretly hoping that the Black Beauty would die a natural death tonight, in a real trick. I tried a lot. It didn't work. The three stair park had alot of traffic, and the Black Bastard had some many cracks that I was confident that I could snap if I cruised around the hood and did *******s in the street. I tried. It didn't work. As usual, I landed way more than normal, about 60%, because I always skate better on soggy decks that are about to snap, maybe because that's what I grew up skating. I traced teh blocks around the house for a while, until I ran out of gas. Then I got an energy drink. Asahi is ricey and bad, but its the least bad ricey asian beer that is conveniently available and doesn't cost western prices. I knew the night was on the way out, so I went to a spot I've been eyeing on the way to work. It's a slappy curb, recently painted red by the City of Taipei for no apparent reason. Well, I mean, they should paint all nonmarble curbs red, and this one is a small cement one, so it's a perfect candidate, but they only painted a random 5m section of it. That is more than enough. It's in front of a traffic light, on a busy road, but after 23:00, it's possible to skate it by weaving between the taxis, as long as no homocidal scooters are doing the same, in the other direction. I ******d the fuck out of it, this way and that, but I wasn't getting anything consistently, because it's low and has some big ass cracks.

"Slappy, slappy"

It was like hearing my name on the streets of Taipei at night. I didn't really recognize what I was doing, because skating Taipei solo is a lot like climbing a mountain along. Ok, it's almost nothing like that, but you can disappear inside your own thoughts for several hours. Eventually, it registered. A kid I didn't recognize was saying it, and came up to shake hands and talk. It made my night.
Then I went back to the three stair, just to do more 1992 style curb tricks. Only God can judge me.