Smug Aliens

They say you can't run away from your problems by drinking beer and skating around Taipei. This is pretty much true, in so much as they will catch up as soon as you get home, but the only problems as you skate around the best city in the world are taxis, scooters, and cracks. 

I spent twenty minutes at the bridge, and it was the bridge's last twenty minutes before lights out. Two Old Gee's were there. If the night had ended with seeing them, it would have been worht going. Spongebob Square Pants got a weak first real session; the problem is the shape of these decks is so shitty. The wheel base was drilled too fucking short for the deck, so the tail has a huge long flat bit before it turns up. This removes any semblance of pop from the geometry. It's fucking dumb. I regret them, and I even guilty about the ones I've traded away, much less sold. 

I took this shitty but rock hard deck to the three stair, and learned ***** ****** ***** on the curbs. I could even grind it for a board length. 60 Seconds later, I did an accidental ****** **** ***** *** ***, which is probably the best trick I've ever landed, but it was terrible style, on a curb, and I couldn't repeat it in the next half hour. I'm not sure it really counts. Ok, I know it doesn't count. One day, when I'm so old that I can only skate curbs, I hope to get it down. 

In the meantime, I played random walk with the rule that if I miss a ********* in between a block, then I have to turn. I missed one, went to towards 林森北路, and then couldn't miss another one if I tried.  Sorry Lzyk, I know you told me I'm forbidden from going there after the CIA accusation thing, but the skateboard has a mind of its own and I had no choice in the matter. I slappied some marble curbs and got another beer. I talked to my mother, skating down the road, for half an hour. I'm glad my family is doing well, but I'm very glad I don't live in America. It's becoming a shithole. 

Taipei is filthy with pollution and traffic, but it's far from a shithole. I skated up to the Temple, to try and repeat the ***** ** *****, and got a few of them. The ledge was begging for it, so I made spongebob **-** it until I was so tired I couldn't really go on. Then I went on, and got a shitty but very long line from the hobo ledges, into the road, up the tall bank to flat, down and around the corner to the rough curb, to the down stair, into the smooth flatground, to the three stair, to the ledge, and then to the low flatrails. Then I went back, and my chest was bursting out through my ribs. I mean my lungs, but whatever. The hobo at the hobo ledges was sitting up awake in his sleeping bag, so sorry about that bro, I just had to grind some shit. 

I went back to the yellow and black flat bars, but couldn't get a ******** in three tries and attracted the attention of a weirdo who was creeping closer and closer to my little backpack, so I moved to the red curbs and ******* across the grate. 

Then I stooped up for the first time in a long time, and had a 7 sandwich which was on point. This spring's sandwhich line is decent. I listened to this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OiAW5mg_wCc.

I need to spend more time at the bridge. It's like visiting your grandparents. There are downsides, but you don't get the chance to do it forever.