I left the hawaiian shirt deck on teh trucks long enough for them to meld. This is a very important step when setting up a new deck. The components need time to bleed into one another. While they did so, I went ot hte darts bar and ran into a slew of friends. We played lots of darts and drank lots of beer adn ate lots of food. My sum total for the night was $600 ($19 USD). God Bless Purchasing Power Parity. On the way out, some homies invited me to linsenbei for more drinks. This was a mistake to accept. We taxied over there and I found myself in a gangster's den where I couldn't escape for a few hours and I had to sing karaoke and I got accused of being a Central Intelligence Agency Operative by people I would really rather not be accused of anything by, and when I tried to buy everyone's drinks so I could leave, they pushed me back down in my chair and let me know that they had some questions for me. They let me know they were marines, but I made the mistake of saying they were Taiwanese Marines. They werent; they were chinese ones, and let me know. I guess I answered most other questions correctly, because I didn't get my throat slit or my shoes tooken, but this was strike two for linsen. It mostly super sucked, and I'm pretty sure I don't want to go into anymore hidden doorways in Linsenbei. Also, they somehow had my phone number, and made some threats (this was before I convinced them that I don't actually like America, much less work for the place).
I woke up with the sort of hangover that only russian spies get in the UK when they flip, and it got worse through the day. I mostly moaned and rolled around on the bed and couch. At one point I vomited in the shower. I guess I can say I've been poisoned by Chinese agents, but it's less cool if I say that it was with free tequila and they refused to let me pay my tab at teh end. It was a mixed night.
Like I said, today was spent mostly suffering. Lzyk and I drove to the fake carrefourre and bought some cheese and wine. We got back about 23:00 and I took the hawaian deck out for a shakedown cruise.
I started with some *****s. I mean, you always do. Then I went to linsen park and skated flat for a bit, and then cruised up and around to the tiny marble hubba. I put some marks on the new deck and winded back to the three stair park. A hobo was sleeping there, and he made me feel guilty about grinding and sliding by huffing and sighing at me after every failed attempt. Sorry bro. I usually dont want to be an asshole, but tonight, I felt like the best cure for a hangover was more beer and curb skating and being an asshole. Now I've got four hours until I have to make my livelihood by being chipper adn interestering to people smarter than me. At least I skated the new red curb, and also hit the flatbar in teh park by the house, because the cops creeped up on me at the three stair park.
I hate the shape of this deck. I can't wait to kill all of the shitty decks and get some real ones.
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