As an act of masochism, I went skating when it was 100 degrees. I went out to the flight path circle ledges. On the way, I passed a new plaza going in in the old hood. It looks like it'll have some banks. The ancient wall ride had been skated a lot lately, with the wheel marks splaying off each side of it on the dark levee cement, like a crudely drawn volcano. The ledges seem to have shrunk since the last time I was there. In the heat, it was hard to get a line going, even with 4.5 l of water. By the time I opened the second bottle, it was the temperature of urine and tasted like hte plastic bottle. I choked it down, one sip every couple of minutes, because I'd rather have the endocrine disruptors than heat stroke. By sunset, I was done. A spindly legged black dog made friends with me. His name was black bamboo.
One thing led to another and I got stuck on a walkway, 150 feet in the air, on a system of bridges going across the rivers. The tiles were rough and full of debris, and the barrier on the river side had a tall gap at the base, definitely big enough for an errant skateboard to go through. On the other side, only about six feet away, was no barrier, and highway traffic. So I walked. For hours. About 90 min, I considered turning around and going back, but then I would have had to start all over. After agnozing and exhaust death march, I ended up at hte black curved ledge, but I could barely skate it. Then I cruised back to the station and home. My feet are already cramping up. x13
Sunday, May 27, 2018
Thursday, May 24, 2018
One to Remember
The older you get, the more you treasure every moment. Unless you're like me, and you don't really give a fuck about much because something is wrong with you, but you can still sometimes take great joy from life, like I did tonight. That's a shitty sentence, but I had some beers.
I work half for myself, which is stressful because I have no excuses for failure but myself, and I work half for someone else, which is stressful because while I can blame them for anything I don't like, but they keep almost all the money for all the fucking work I do. I probably had some sequitur to that, but I cant remember what it was.
RMJ invited me to the plaza and when I arrived, the spot had blown up. Dozens of people were skating all around, milling like ants. I didn't want ot be a dick ,but I was, because I didn't remember anyeone's anmes, and they were so much better than me that I didn't feel comfortable skating up to their crew like I should be welcomed. They welcomed me anyway. They were skating marble curbs and marble ledges and marble flatground and doing it well. They were drinking beer and playing soccer and playing big l. One homey asked me write some tags on his book. I wasn't sure what ot write, so I wrote something from the 90s I painted on my high school a few times, and dickmove. buy some fucking shit, you dumbasses. I need money. Another homey just got here from japan and skated with real style. this is pretty rare. yet another was teaching another another to ***** *** the marble, and after the rest of us were buzzed and resting, they kept going until it happened.
also, a couple of foreigners were drikning across teh street. they were brave foreigners, and came over to introduce themselve.s Turns out, they were war eagles and came from about an hour and half from my home. I hope to be able to show tehm around when they come back up from kaoshiung.
RMj and I posted up at a weird sort of japanese shinto pyramid and then I skated back home across taipei for about an hour, but I never got lost, even though my phone died. This is almost disappointing, but it saved a lot of stress.
I got back to the three stair park and hit a few *********s just for the record
x12.
I work half for myself, which is stressful because I have no excuses for failure but myself, and I work half for someone else, which is stressful because while I can blame them for anything I don't like, but they keep almost all the money for all the fucking work I do. I probably had some sequitur to that, but I cant remember what it was.
RMJ invited me to the plaza and when I arrived, the spot had blown up. Dozens of people were skating all around, milling like ants. I didn't want ot be a dick ,but I was, because I didn't remember anyeone's anmes, and they were so much better than me that I didn't feel comfortable skating up to their crew like I should be welcomed. They welcomed me anyway. They were skating marble curbs and marble ledges and marble flatground and doing it well. They were drinking beer and playing soccer and playing big l. One homey asked me write some tags on his book. I wasn't sure what ot write, so I wrote something from the 90s I painted on my high school a few times, and dickmove. buy some fucking shit, you dumbasses. I need money. Another homey just got here from japan and skated with real style. this is pretty rare. yet another was teaching another another to ***** *** the marble, and after the rest of us were buzzed and resting, they kept going until it happened.
also, a couple of foreigners were drikning across teh street. they were brave foreigners, and came over to introduce themselve.s Turns out, they were war eagles and came from about an hour and half from my home. I hope to be able to show tehm around when they come back up from kaoshiung.
RMj and I posted up at a weird sort of japanese shinto pyramid and then I skated back home across taipei for about an hour, but I never got lost, even though my phone died. This is almost disappointing, but it saved a lot of stress.
I got back to the three stair park and hit a few *********s just for the record
x12.
Sunday, May 20, 2018
One to Forget
Due to ankle injury and adult chores, I hadn't skated in nearly a week. I was gasping for air, and it was 33 deg and also I ate a ton of saltwater chicken out at the river park with lzyk. The plan had been for her to drop me off there and I would skate home, but I could barely walk, so that didn't happen. By 23:00, I was feeling guilty, so I went for a cruise. It was full of mosquitos, coughing, sweat, and a few tricks. Whatever this breathing trouble is makes me all shaky. Still better than not skating.
Saturday, May 19, 2018
Near Miss
One hand will wash the other. I almost went skating. But instead I went out with a client.
I had a caipirinha, which was like when proust ate that cookie. I went back to when JK was dying and I was logisticating school buses and being a general peice of shit; eventually regretting and hating my time there, and abandoning everything and everyone I cared about in America, except for Lzyk.
Don't worry, I still keep in touch. With a handful of them.
Caipirinha is a beautiful and horrible thing to drink.
Edit: back.
I had a caipirinha, which was like when proust ate that cookie. I went back to when JK was dying and I was logisticating school buses and being a general peice of shit; eventually regretting and hating my time there, and abandoning everything and everyone I cared about in America, except for Lzyk.
Don't worry, I still keep in touch. With a handful of them.
Caipirinha is a beautiful and horrible thing to drink.
Edit: back.
You're so sweet
Your smile
Your pussy and your bones
You're on fire
You move me like music
With your style
Your smile
Your pussy and your bones
You're on fire
You move me like music
With your style
Let me think (about what?)
About girls (and what else?)
And money
And new clothes (and what do I do?)
Thirty nights of violence (uh-huh?)
And sugar to love
About girls (and what else?)
And money
And new clothes (and what do I do?)
Thirty nights of violence (uh-huh?)
And sugar to love
Closer to the lung so
Shove her over railing
Shove her over railing
You're sweet, but I'm tired
Of proving this love
You're a bore
But you move me
Like a movie
That you are
Of proving this love
You're a bore
But you move me
Like a movie
That you are
Let me think (think about what?)
About girls (and what else)
And money and new clothes (and what do it get?)
Thirty nights (uhh-huh) of violence (yeah)
And sugar to love
About girls (and what else)
And money and new clothes (and what do it get?)
Thirty nights (uhh-huh) of violence (yeah)
And sugar to love
Closer to the lung so
(I can, I can) shove her over railing
(I can, I can) shove her over railing
You think…
Monday, May 14, 2018
Atavism and the Black Mirror
I wasted my weekend relaxing being happy with the ones I love. Monday came around, and it was time for skating, but first I had to slog through a dozen hours of work.
It should be rare to find an astonishing new spot in Taipei, having lived here for a good chunk of years. I almost never do anymore. But RMJ explores Taipei with the kind of energy that Startrek explored the galaxy, and he sent me some scouting images of a long convex black mirror ledge. It's all alone and unguarded, and you can hear crickets in the grass. It slides so smooth that I could easily match my longest ******** on it, and when I go back, I'll get a much longer one. For some reason, *******s click on again, and I landed more than I missed. It's probably been six months since I got any.
In this kind of heat, I always smell like a chlorine pool. I'm not sure why. I forgot what is was like to skate in this kind of heat (actually, it wasn't that bad, and I mostly dried out when I sat down to rest). I missed the train home adn decided to skate it, like the old days. Getting to know a city this way is magic. To get to the spot, I skated by the area where I taught Jaysus to *****. It had been fields and barbed wire then. Now it's got more than a handful of highrises. On the bridge, I skated over weird tiles that sounded like a hive of furious bees. Then I did my best to wander home.
I immediately found a 55 degree wall ride, about 9 feet tall, with a 70 degree one on the other side. I kept going, but I'll go back.
Then it was all little ollies and slappies through the empty sidewalks, well lit from above by all kinds of crazy neon signs. Long Shan Temple is a den of iniquity, and the iniquitous were milling about in droves. Someone shouted at me as I went past, and not hte usual friendly kind of Taiwan exclamation. It sounded like an angry american. Another time someone passed above on scooter and shouted "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH' and honked a lot, but I don't know if it was really for me or not.
I found my way to ximen and then to across the more familiar terrain bac kto the house. I decided to finish up at the three stair park and do the ritual tricks, which went quickly.
The black mirror ledge is going to be an instant classic. It doesn't make a grinding sound when you grind, just a hiss of bearings as the wheels turn freely. You don't lose any speed. Spot of the Year.
******** + 10
It should be rare to find an astonishing new spot in Taipei, having lived here for a good chunk of years. I almost never do anymore. But RMJ explores Taipei with the kind of energy that Startrek explored the galaxy, and he sent me some scouting images of a long convex black mirror ledge. It's all alone and unguarded, and you can hear crickets in the grass. It slides so smooth that I could easily match my longest ******** on it, and when I go back, I'll get a much longer one. For some reason, *******s click on again, and I landed more than I missed. It's probably been six months since I got any.
In this kind of heat, I always smell like a chlorine pool. I'm not sure why. I forgot what is was like to skate in this kind of heat (actually, it wasn't that bad, and I mostly dried out when I sat down to rest). I missed the train home adn decided to skate it, like the old days. Getting to know a city this way is magic. To get to the spot, I skated by the area where I taught Jaysus to *****. It had been fields and barbed wire then. Now it's got more than a handful of highrises. On the bridge, I skated over weird tiles that sounded like a hive of furious bees. Then I did my best to wander home.
I immediately found a 55 degree wall ride, about 9 feet tall, with a 70 degree one on the other side. I kept going, but I'll go back.
Then it was all little ollies and slappies through the empty sidewalks, well lit from above by all kinds of crazy neon signs. Long Shan Temple is a den of iniquity, and the iniquitous were milling about in droves. Someone shouted at me as I went past, and not hte usual friendly kind of Taiwan exclamation. It sounded like an angry american. Another time someone passed above on scooter and shouted "YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH' and honked a lot, but I don't know if it was really for me or not.
I found my way to ximen and then to across the more familiar terrain bac kto the house. I decided to finish up at the three stair park and do the ritual tricks, which went quickly.
The black mirror ledge is going to be an instant classic. It doesn't make a grinding sound when you grind, just a hiss of bearings as the wheels turn freely. You don't lose any speed. Spot of the Year.
******** + 10
Thursday, May 10, 2018
I Installed Perpetual Motion Machines On My Skateboard
I didn't finish work til late, but thankfully, Jimi's crew hadn't left to skate the city yet when I finally got there. I took some cheap bearings home, via the bridge, with a beer. CL and FA were there, so I hung out for a minute before I swung by the house to get the skateboard. Then I headed to the three stairs park to install the bearings. I had to pick btween another set of the worst wheels in the world, or, the best, made a company that has something to do with skeletons. I went with the skeleton wheels.
I can't believe how good these wheels are. I never really gave a shit about wheels, or anything else, but hte moment I put them on, I was grinding and sliding at least twice as far as usual on every trick. Amazing.
These wheels talk more too. Clickity clickity clickity clackclackclackclack and ticticticticCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACK and TUGATUGATUGATUGA TUGA TUGA tuga tuga tuga tu ga tu ga tug tug tug tug, then
clickTIC clickTIC clickTIC and so on, over the tiles.
Best of all, when you land a little bit off center, they chirp like birds. I forgot how fucking fast new bearings roll on monster truck wheels. I was gaining speed on flat, like perpetual motion machines.
I pushed up to the temple, maybe putting my foot down half a dozen times in a mile. It was uphill. When I got there, everything went ot shit, maybe because I had put away a couple of beers on the way. I just couldn't **-** the ledge. My back truck kept coming off. Again and again, for a couple of hours. I started to get pissed like I never do, and kicked and swore and tore at my hair and my shirt and threw my skateboard and stomped around and swore some more. Maybe life has been more stressful lately than I really admitted. Also, I hate these fucking shoes. They go from zero grip to double the necessary grip in 1 degree of ankle rotation. I did slide some long as fuck ** *****s on the marble step at the store near the temple, and then **-**d across the carpet for the first time on the way home, but I fell off at the end, and security was already raising the gate, so I didn't get to try agian. Then I skated the red curb and *******d at least three times the distance I usually do. I honestly never appreciated how important wheels are for grinding. I am instantly twice as good as before, just by putting them on. Unfortunatly, I sucked before, so I only suck half as much now.
******s, + 9, so um, maybe I've done 20 total? not sure.
edit: +5 so 18 ttal?
I can't believe how good these wheels are. I never really gave a shit about wheels, or anything else, but hte moment I put them on, I was grinding and sliding at least twice as far as usual on every trick. Amazing.
These wheels talk more too. Clickity clickity clickity clackclackclackclack and ticticticticCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACK and TUGATUGATUGATUGA TUGA TUGA tuga tuga tuga tu ga tu ga tug tug tug tug, then
clickTIC clickTIC clickTIC and so on, over the tiles.
Best of all, when you land a little bit off center, they chirp like birds. I forgot how fucking fast new bearings roll on monster truck wheels. I was gaining speed on flat, like perpetual motion machines.
I pushed up to the temple, maybe putting my foot down half a dozen times in a mile. It was uphill. When I got there, everything went ot shit, maybe because I had put away a couple of beers on the way. I just couldn't **-** the ledge. My back truck kept coming off. Again and again, for a couple of hours. I started to get pissed like I never do, and kicked and swore and tore at my hair and my shirt and threw my skateboard and stomped around and swore some more. Maybe life has been more stressful lately than I really admitted. Also, I hate these fucking shoes. They go from zero grip to double the necessary grip in 1 degree of ankle rotation. I did slide some long as fuck ** *****s on the marble step at the store near the temple, and then **-**d across the carpet for the first time on the way home, but I fell off at the end, and security was already raising the gate, so I didn't get to try agian. Then I skated the red curb and *******d at least three times the distance I usually do. I honestly never appreciated how important wheels are for grinding. I am instantly twice as good as before, just by putting them on. Unfortunatly, I sucked before, so I only suck half as much now.
******s, + 9, so um, maybe I've done 20 total? not sure.
edit: +5 so 18 ttal?
Monday, May 7, 2018
Good Riddance to the Worst Wheels Ever
If skating at the bridge is as boring as going to the gym, then skating at the three stair park is starting to get to be like working out in a home gym. It was also hot as two rats fucking in a thick wool sock. I wandered through curb tricks and although I got more than before, I'm not sure what it was since they were all shitty and I didn't really keep track. One bearing blew out, and tink tink tinkled across the slate. I took this as a sign, so out of boredom, I went out for a cruise to land the ritual flatground tricks. I got four ******s but then when I landed one perfectly, I slammed. I was a little confused, then I saw my wheel bouncing away down the road, like I was Valterri Bottas. These were the worst wheels ever. Allegedly 101A, they were so soft that powersliding on asphalt was almost impossible. They were so narrow that they got stuck in all kinds of vampire holes and cracks. They were so unlucky that they got stopped on all kinds of pebbles and debris. They started out as 56's but they wore so far down that I think they might be 45's now. The good news is that I get to put on some new wheels. The bad news is that it's another set of this trash. I'm not going to buy shitty wheels from the internet anymore, even if they only cost $300 a set.
edit: + 4 ******s, so 17 titak
edit: + 4 ******s, so 17 titak
Saturday, May 5, 2018
Skating Through a Parallel Universe
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZModP0kmdE
Sorry Lzyk, I tried to sleep.
She's been more sensitive to exactly where I am and what I'm doing the dingy streets at 03:00, so I've tried to be more accomodating and not go out to the whorehouse area for skating late at night. This evening I wasn't feeling like skating at all, since the gutworm was angry.
At midnight, I was starting to feel better, but she had a couple of screwdrivers and fell asleep. I tried reading.
At one o'clock, I was feeling fine. I kept reading, for a minute.
By two o'clock I was into youtubey, but mostly stuff that is sort of adult topics. Not in that way, I mean like terraforming Titan.
At three, I tried sleeping. At three oh five, I was back on youtube.
By four, I had quite even pretending to watch things I might learn anything from. Then I made the fatal mistake of clicking a brazilian skate video, because I saw they were filming from the river side in dadaocheng. Fuck yeah. I hadn't been sleepy before, but now the electricity started to build up. Sometime between four and five the birds started chirping.
At five, I tried to wake up Lzyk to tell her I was going skating, but she just grunted and moaned and tried to push me away. So I sent her a line msg to say I was going skating and not to linsen, because I knew that I would that accusation if she woke up in between me leaving and coming back. I didn't count on her
sleeping how she normally does, which is like a vampire who can only survive waking up if it's a few hours after all the breakfast shops close. I went by to get her tie ba mien, but the place was closed. Sorry Lzyk.
And so. I set out in the dark. By the time I got out of my building, the sun was up. The tropics are weird like that. Thank you. For your wine. California. Thank you for your sweet and bitter blues. Yes I got the esit in my toe nails, uh huh, and I got the speed inside my shoes. These shoes suck. They are just too different from regular shoes. It's going to take me longer to get used to them than any shoes ever. I had to push for 25 min across the city, just get any semblance of feeling through them, like race car tires that just won't warm up.
As I pushed down my block in the morning light, a team of taxis had lined up in front of the posh hotel next door. In english, one of them shouted after me, WHERE YOU ARE GOINK? WHERE? I shouted back WO BU JI DAO. So far so good.
Randomly walking, and turning when I missed a flatground trick, I got the mainstation, where the army of chinese and laotian and phillipino and vietnamese and thai and american homeless were magically waking up at exactly the same time. The station is so big that when I got to corner of it, they were just waking up and getting out of their sleeping bags, and I rounded a corner and was disgusted to see them urinating in unison down the side of the station, with streams of urine running down longer and longer across the walk way. By the time I rounded the next corner, I had to ***** each stream of urine, because each one had run all the way across the path.
Then I got an anomaly where two steams merged and I didn't rest up when I got the chance to let my calves cool off. I got over them, but after dozens, maybe hundreds of streams of hobo urine, I wasn't prepared for what came next. It was a black swan event, maybe even and OCP. The next stream of urine after that one hit some microscopic obstacle, and like the eruption of Kiolhua, or Monaloa, or whatever volcano is erupting, the stream ran directly into the vital area. I rolled through it because my fat ass didnt react fast enough.
I just pretended like nothign happened. By the time I got to the first spot, the urine that had coated my deck had already dried.
I had wandered down to the 228 Park, which commemorates the beginning of White Terror, but apparently has become the anonymous gay hook up park at night. The sun was on my shoulders, so I pushed through without fear of being gay raped, which I have been warned several times from local skaters.
You got to roll me, and call me the tumbling dice.
I found a wonderful fountain. It's huge and round, and on the outside is smooth stone surface with tall curbed ledges coming each side into inexplicable concertina wire. I heard some thugs have been attacking police and emergency rooms lately, but no one was in sight. I'm not sure what this maginot line of wire and riot barrier was.
There was a little stone elevated like a flat bar, so I tried a few new ideas. I didn't roll away, except on dirt. I grinded them pretty far though. Just never came out.
At this point, I was trying to head home, but I got lost because Taibey in the day is completely different looking than at night. As I pushed around familiar but unfamiliar sidewalks, too tired for anything but little flat ground tricks, I noticed how fucking dirty this city gets. Trash was everywhere. But then, I was unknowlingly entering Shemen.
I roudned the corner and was at the plaza. Well, fuck it, I thought.
HEy let em follow you down. way underground.
Sometime around this point, I had started singing Exile on Main Street to myself.
At the plaza, a crew of window washers had soaked the good ledges. Instead, I skated the curb tricks I learned from the three stair park. I got into the ***** *-* on the first try and smashed myself when it came out from under me. The spot was not only in the sunlight, but in the early morning, all the buildings in the area were reflecting the nuclear blast down on my face. Now I have a sunburn, from skating at 07:00.
Whooooose gonna help him to kick it?
I never made the ***** *-*, but I did slide a ***** **** and decided to get a beer. I drink a lot of beer, but buying one at 08:00 and drinking while skating the wrong way down a one way street on a sunday morning is one of the freest feelings I've ever had.
I skated completely the wrong way and was suddenly at the hospital. I *****d the stage just to make sure I could do it, and a few more things. An old man collecting trash off the sidewalk stopped to watch. Then I tried to skate back through the ever more crowded sidwalks.
Entropy has caused the old hood to get a lot worse. At least I though, til I slammed again. I shook it off, beered up (it felt like spring break) and was on my way home again. I wandered across the city, thinking that google maps should offer a route option that prevents you from being in the direct sunlight as much as possible. By 8:30, it was brutally hot, I had finished my beer, and one thing led to another
I'm the plowman in the valley with a faceful of mud, I'm the man who walks the hillsides in the sweet summer sun. I'm the man that brings you roses when you ain't got none. Well I can run jump and fish, but I won't fight... Ohh, what a beautiful dress
and i got another beer and posted up in the broad day light nearby the house.
Sometimes insomnia is a gift.
Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand,
I reached for your lapel but it weren't sewn on so grand.
Begged, promised anything if only you would stay,
Well, I lost a lot of love over you.
Fell down to my knees and I hung onto your pants,
But you just kept on runnin' while they ripped off in my hands.
Di'mond rings, vaseline, you give me disease,
Well, I lost a lot of lover over you.
I boogied in the ballroom, I boogied in the dark;
Tie you hands, tie you feet, throw you to the sharks.
Make you sweat, make you scream, make you wish you'd never been,
I lost a lot of love over you.
When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
You feel like murder in the first degree.
Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
Don't matter where you are,
Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.
When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,
Your code of living is your gun in hand.
We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words,
Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn.
Ev'rybody walking 'round,
Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator.
Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna
Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator.
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
That's all right, that's all right, that's all right.
Sometimes you feel like trouble, sometimes you feel down.
Let this music relax you mind,
Let this music relax you mind.
Stand up and be counted, can't get a witness.
Sometimes you need somebody, if you have somebody to love.
Sometimes you ain't got nobody and you want somebody to love
Then you don't want to walk and talk about Jesus,
You just want to see his face.
You don't want to walk and talk about Jesus,
You just want to see his face.
(You just want to see his face)
(You just want to see his face)
(You just want to see his face)
(You just want to see his face)
Saw you stretched out in Room Ten Oh Nine
With a smile on your face and a tear right in your eye
Oh, couldn't see to get a line on you, my sweet honey love
Berber jewelry jangling down the street
Making bloodshot eyes at every woman that you meet
Could not seem to get a high on you, my sweet honey love
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Make every song your favorite tune
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun
When you're drunk in the alley, baby, with your clothes all torn
And your late night friends leave you in the cold gray dawn
Just seemed too many flies on you, I just can't brush them off
Angels beating all their wings in time
With smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes
Whoa, thought I heard one sigh for you
Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Make every song you sing your favorite tune
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun
Sorry Lzyk, I tried to sleep.
She's been more sensitive to exactly where I am and what I'm doing the dingy streets at 03:00, so I've tried to be more accomodating and not go out to the whorehouse area for skating late at night. This evening I wasn't feeling like skating at all, since the gutworm was angry.
At midnight, I was starting to feel better, but she had a couple of screwdrivers and fell asleep. I tried reading.
At one o'clock, I was feeling fine. I kept reading, for a minute.
By two o'clock I was into youtubey, but mostly stuff that is sort of adult topics. Not in that way, I mean like terraforming Titan.
At three, I tried sleeping. At three oh five, I was back on youtube.
By four, I had quite even pretending to watch things I might learn anything from. Then I made the fatal mistake of clicking a brazilian skate video, because I saw they were filming from the river side in dadaocheng. Fuck yeah. I hadn't been sleepy before, but now the electricity started to build up. Sometime between four and five the birds started chirping.
At five, I tried to wake up Lzyk to tell her I was going skating, but she just grunted and moaned and tried to push me away. So I sent her a line msg to say I was going skating and not to linsen, because I knew that I would that accusation if she woke up in between me leaving and coming back. I didn't count on her
sleeping how she normally does, which is like a vampire who can only survive waking up if it's a few hours after all the breakfast shops close. I went by to get her tie ba mien, but the place was closed. Sorry Lzyk.
And so. I set out in the dark. By the time I got out of my building, the sun was up. The tropics are weird like that. Thank you. For your wine. California. Thank you for your sweet and bitter blues. Yes I got the esit in my toe nails, uh huh, and I got the speed inside my shoes. These shoes suck. They are just too different from regular shoes. It's going to take me longer to get used to them than any shoes ever. I had to push for 25 min across the city, just get any semblance of feeling through them, like race car tires that just won't warm up.
As I pushed down my block in the morning light, a team of taxis had lined up in front of the posh hotel next door. In english, one of them shouted after me, WHERE YOU ARE GOINK? WHERE? I shouted back WO BU JI DAO. So far so good.
Randomly walking, and turning when I missed a flatground trick, I got the mainstation, where the army of chinese and laotian and phillipino and vietnamese and thai and american homeless were magically waking up at exactly the same time. The station is so big that when I got to corner of it, they were just waking up and getting out of their sleeping bags, and I rounded a corner and was disgusted to see them urinating in unison down the side of the station, with streams of urine running down longer and longer across the walk way. By the time I rounded the next corner, I had to ***** each stream of urine, because each one had run all the way across the path.
Then I got an anomaly where two steams merged and I didn't rest up when I got the chance to let my calves cool off. I got over them, but after dozens, maybe hundreds of streams of hobo urine, I wasn't prepared for what came next. It was a black swan event, maybe even and OCP. The next stream of urine after that one hit some microscopic obstacle, and like the eruption of Kiolhua, or Monaloa, or whatever volcano is erupting, the stream ran directly into the vital area. I rolled through it because my fat ass didnt react fast enough.
I just pretended like nothign happened. By the time I got to the first spot, the urine that had coated my deck had already dried.
I had wandered down to the 228 Park, which commemorates the beginning of White Terror, but apparently has become the anonymous gay hook up park at night. The sun was on my shoulders, so I pushed through without fear of being gay raped, which I have been warned several times from local skaters.
You got to roll me, and call me the tumbling dice.
I found a wonderful fountain. It's huge and round, and on the outside is smooth stone surface with tall curbed ledges coming each side into inexplicable concertina wire. I heard some thugs have been attacking police and emergency rooms lately, but no one was in sight. I'm not sure what this maginot line of wire and riot barrier was.
There was a little stone elevated like a flat bar, so I tried a few new ideas. I didn't roll away, except on dirt. I grinded them pretty far though. Just never came out.
At this point, I was trying to head home, but I got lost because Taibey in the day is completely different looking than at night. As I pushed around familiar but unfamiliar sidewalks, too tired for anything but little flat ground tricks, I noticed how fucking dirty this city gets. Trash was everywhere. But then, I was unknowlingly entering Shemen.
I roudned the corner and was at the plaza. Well, fuck it, I thought.
HEy let em follow you down. way underground.
Sometime around this point, I had started singing Exile on Main Street to myself.
At the plaza, a crew of window washers had soaked the good ledges. Instead, I skated the curb tricks I learned from the three stair park. I got into the ***** *-* on the first try and smashed myself when it came out from under me. The spot was not only in the sunlight, but in the early morning, all the buildings in the area were reflecting the nuclear blast down on my face. Now I have a sunburn, from skating at 07:00.
Whooooose gonna help him to kick it?
I never made the ***** *-*, but I did slide a ***** **** and decided to get a beer. I drink a lot of beer, but buying one at 08:00 and drinking while skating the wrong way down a one way street on a sunday morning is one of the freest feelings I've ever had.
I skated completely the wrong way and was suddenly at the hospital. I *****d the stage just to make sure I could do it, and a few more things. An old man collecting trash off the sidewalk stopped to watch. Then I tried to skate back through the ever more crowded sidwalks.
Entropy has caused the old hood to get a lot worse. At least I though, til I slammed again. I shook it off, beered up (it felt like spring break) and was on my way home again. I wandered across the city, thinking that google maps should offer a route option that prevents you from being in the direct sunlight as much as possible. By 8:30, it was brutally hot, I had finished my beer, and one thing led to another
I'm the plowman in the valley with a faceful of mud, I'm the man who walks the hillsides in the sweet summer sun. I'm the man that brings you roses when you ain't got none. Well I can run jump and fish, but I won't fight... Ohh, what a beautiful dress
and i got another beer and posted up in the broad day light nearby the house.
Sometimes insomnia is a gift.
Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand,
I reached for your lapel but it weren't sewn on so grand.
Begged, promised anything if only you would stay,
Well, I lost a lot of love over you.
Fell down to my knees and I hung onto your pants,
But you just kept on runnin' while they ripped off in my hands.
Di'mond rings, vaseline, you give me disease,
Well, I lost a lot of lover over you.
I boogied in the ballroom, I boogied in the dark;
Tie you hands, tie you feet, throw you to the sharks.
Make you sweat, make you scream, make you wish you'd never been,
I lost a lot of love over you.
When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
You feel like murder in the first degree.
Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
Don't matter where you are,
Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.
When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,
Your code of living is your gun in hand.
We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words,
Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn.
Ev'rybody walking 'round,
Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator.
Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna
Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator.
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
That's all right, that's all right, that's all right.
Sometimes you feel like trouble, sometimes you feel down.
Let this music relax you mind,
Let this music relax you mind.
Stand up and be counted, can't get a witness.
Sometimes you need somebody, if you have somebody to love.
Sometimes you ain't got nobody and you want somebody to love
Then you don't want to walk and talk about Jesus,
You just want to see his face.
You don't want to walk and talk about Jesus,
You just want to see his face.
(You just want to see his face)
(You just want to see his face)
(You just want to see his face)
(You just want to see his face)
Saw you stretched out in Room Ten Oh Nine
With a smile on your face and a tear right in your eye
Oh, couldn't see to get a line on you, my sweet honey love
Berber jewelry jangling down the street
Making bloodshot eyes at every woman that you meet
Could not seem to get a high on you, my sweet honey love
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Make every song your favorite tune
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun
When you're drunk in the alley, baby, with your clothes all torn
And your late night friends leave you in the cold gray dawn
Just seemed too many flies on you, I just can't brush them off
Angels beating all their wings in time
With smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes
Whoa, thought I heard one sigh for you
Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Make every song you sing your favorite tune
May the good Lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun
Thursday, May 3, 2018
Move along, nothing to see here.
Lately I've been working long hours, because.
I got home tonight at 22:30, and although I was dead tired, I went out for a lil skatey poo because it was under 25 degrees and the Angel of Death has temporarily left Taipei due to the breeze. It almost killed me. By the time I started sweating, I was wheezing and hacking up my lungs like a smoker. The three stair park was all I could hope for. It went ok, despite the asthmaey coughing and new shoes and new deck. At least I got sweaty.
I eventually got bored and cruised to the red curbs and then up the sidewalk for a minute. The combination of new geometries and bad health means I can't ***** for shit. At least I can afford a fancy beer on the cruise home.
Total ********s in the Vike's: 13.
I got home tonight at 22:30, and although I was dead tired, I went out for a lil skatey poo because it was under 25 degrees and the Angel of Death has temporarily left Taipei due to the breeze. It almost killed me. By the time I started sweating, I was wheezing and hacking up my lungs like a smoker. The three stair park was all I could hope for. It went ok, despite the asthmaey coughing and new shoes and new deck. At least I got sweaty.
I eventually got bored and cruised to the red curbs and then up the sidewalk for a minute. The combination of new geometries and bad health means I can't ***** for shit. At least I can afford a fancy beer on the cruise home.
Total ********s in the Vike's: 13.
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