Disease Process

Pt presents with low energy/flatground deficit. Febrile temp unknown. Cough x 24 hours. Complains sore throat. Able to ******* per usual, x 18. Gives up in 60 min. General anomie complaints and susp self pity. Vital signs unavailable. Pt consumed 500ml etoh and proceeded home via MRT. Then sick with unspec pneumonia for 1 week. Laid out of work and drank opium tincture per Rx. Bizarre dreams and constantly waking up with weird forgotten songs in head. Total exhaustion all the time.

On follow up, phys reminded pt to bath and comb hair, because foreigners are dirty. Everybody knows that.

Night was Fire

It was raining when I got back to Taipei. I went by the bridge to meet up with RMJ and met about 40 other dudes there, sheltering from the storm. They got better since the last time I've been, but I could barely skate. I did 17 though.

After an hour, they turned out the lights because they hate skaters and we beered up and wandered to the three stair. Right before the lights popped out and a loud diesel came online and smoke started pouring out of the building next door, we noticed a weird guy upstairs in a window where normally there isn't anyone. A scooter stopped under the place where the smoke was pouring out of, and I think they called the fire department, because after a while, an ambulance showed up, and then drove away. Later, some miniature fire trucks arrived, and after a few minutes, some firemen offloaded and then found their breathing tanks and used them to stand on the sidewalk and shine flashlights inside the windows. There was a significant pause in activity while they moseyed around and the alarms shrieked and the smoke poured.

We watch from across teh street. It's a large and busy street, but no one thought about bringing any police to direct traffic through the smoke and blacked out traffic lights until about the 20 minutes mark. Noone died in the interim, at least outside of the building. A fireman sped off on scooter, with no helmet or lights on, in a firesuit. Some other flashing lights people came and went and a small crowd gathered at hte park.

We got bored. The entire block was out of electricity. It was time to call it a night.

still drilling

It's rainy season, and it's been storming everyday from 2pm to 5pm. The bruise on my forearm from teh failed ******* more than a weekago has spread out to about six inches of greenery. It's more than halfway around my arm. That slam took the vinegar out of me for a few days, and the wet streets and work kept me from skating for the rest of it. Then this weekend, we went to Yilan with some clients and saw a UFO in the  trees and spectacular scenery. I saw my rice paddy dream house. We capped it off with the absolute best duck meal of my life. I already miss the mountain air. The air wasnt that bad tonight, but even before the streets had dried all the way, the pm2.5 was already climbing up to nasty levels. It was also extraodinarily humid, and it took me a while to get over the shock of it all. I went up to the temple and did some flatground on the perfection of the slate parking lot, and got the tall curbs going, and then the black block. The *-*s were long and loud, but the rest of the session was just sweat and a good slam on a **** *****. A woman stopped and starred at me, but I bounced up and got a nicely popped ******* (16 on the day) while she was still watching, so my ego recovered. My legs lost their luster after a couple of hours, and soaked in sweat, I sat down to check the time. The girl from early came by to chat. Turns out she is visiting from korea. I excused myself based on marital status and headed home, with a little stop by the three stair. I tried the dreaded ******** again, and got a crappy one. I have to work early, so I got a couple of asahis for my trouble and wandered back home.

Take That Risk

I got what I deserved, skating the three stair park on a cool summer night. It had been a week, and I swear I've gotten visibly fatter. I took the skateboard down south, but I was so lazy that I never skated. Unloading the truck in the underground parking lot, I threw down and rolled up the steep ramp like a bank. Our building has at least four floors of parking underneath, like a terraced corkscrew. Sometimes it feels like Taipei is almost as large underground as above. Anyway, it felt good, so I went out for a lil cruise. At the 3stair park, a 90 year old Taiwanese harry potter with a cane came up and put a hex on me. I was quickly **********, which is my dream slide. Some where sticking, and some were zipping out, like I was getting pretty close to legit learning it. The sticky ones could be turned and "rolled away from," even though they didn't slide. I was coming up on em at a proper speed too, or at least fast enough to not be ashamed. Then I had a tank slapper. Like Senna hitting the wall at Monaco, I didn't even know what happened. It was impossible, that this had happened. I came down raking my forearm on the chunky stone, and smashed my lower torso hard enough that I immediately had to shit. Fortunately, home is catty corner to the park.

I picked up my old wheels, three of which had working bearings, and skated down to the bridge. Some idiot event was still going on there. The skate group I lurk on said the whole bridge was unskateable all weekend. I tried to get in my mandatory ******s on the way, and had a crew of angry employees waiting for me at the hotel next door. The event was packing up, and they wouldn't let me in to drop off the wheels. Assholes. So I left the wheels on a spot where I thought somebody might see them. But you'd have to be pretty desperate to skate those plastic turds.

I finished up my 14 *******s on the way back and by then, my forearm was swollen up like a golfball. I listened to drugs&skengs in the stoop park. It looks like I tried to slit my wrist with a brick.