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
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