Rowdy and Crowdy

The heat didn't break the ton but it was a close run thing. I spent another morning getting asthma meds ("it is normal for westerners to develop breathing difficulty after a few years in Taiwan". I'm going to die when they open the new coal plant. It's going to be as bad as living in the south. Nuclear doesn't seem like a scary option compared to Taiwanese coal plants). Anyway, I did a lil working then hit the bridge. It was rowdy and crowded. About fifty bboys were busy blocking the back of the park and watching two guys dance to kpop and the worst that america has recorded in the last 40 years. I got my 28 and a couple of other little things, while bigt ******d the rail and hb and the other guys whose names I dont know tore up and down the length of hte place. Gratefully, a big gust would come through from time to time, but by lights out, I was soaked to the cornhole. I didn't quite feel like going home, so I cruised up to hte three stair and skated teh curbs long enough to piss off the resident hobo, who was dressed in a suit with a bolo tie.

Edit: After some asahis, I realized that years from now, I'm not going to be pissed at people dancing at the bridge. It's part of what makes Taiwan, and Taipei in particular such a good place to live. Not because otherwise decent people don't nonchalantly get in the way and do their thing oblivious to whoever it annoys, but because they're outside and not robbing adn stealing. The bridge would fucking suck if it was full of theives and you had to watch your back there. If anything, the concentration camp green fencing has kept out the sketchier folk from going in there. So fuck it, I'm glad they were sitting on the little rail and manny pad. I would have been the only one skating it anyway.