Tequila Mockingbird

The afternoon started with a thunderstorm and a hangover. I dont know how lzyk managed to drag herself out of the house at 08:00. I dragged myself downstairs after an extra six or eight hours of sleep and felt like death. I pulled the coffee table up to the couch and watched skatevideos then I took a nap. Starting a new job is awesome. For now.

I needed 43 but my head was still splitting when I met up with longsleeves at jiantan station. I call him longsleeves because that's what he was wearing. I can't understand how anyone could wear long pants, after a few years here. It's intensely hot, and extremely humid. I'm from a hot place, but I can't stand to sit outside with long pants on. Longsleeves showed up with longsleeves on, and then skated in them. Amazing. It was 100% humidity and 100 degrees f. 

We cruised down to a new spot that IS found recently. It's under a bridge, so it's good for rainy days. It still had some puddles, but it was skatable when we got there. On the north side is a complex of a shallow bank to side curb ledge, which isn't skatable yet, and a picnic table made out of pnik marble. The other side has a long ledge of pebbledashed unskateable shit, but as WM would say, "everything is skateable." Someone genius wizard made this spot into one of the premier ones on the river park, and there are dozens of good ones here. They spackleded it with some kind of epoxy magic and it grinds smoother than rolling on top of the ledge. 

There's a lot of pigeon shit, but the surface is pretty smooth. There is a gap under teh railing at the finish where you skateboard can splash into the river, which was dark, swirling, and rising. We saw a rat in teh water, flushed out of the sewer. 

IS splashed some tricks up on the ledge. His repetoir is growing quickly. I got my basics and longsleeves held his own with an *****. 

Soaked to the cornhole, we crossed the bridge by going up and down a series of terrible stairs. On the other side is one of the best bank spots in Tiapei. The bank is like a Nazarre wave, and pushing up to it, you can only get mabye 10% up it. IS ***'d it. The run up is vicously tiled with the bane of Taipei street skaters: square cement tiles. To his immense credit, longsleeves skated it, and then ***** a gap into the nasty tiles. Most people would turn their cowardly noses up at these tiles, but he went for it, and made it. IS fell into what I'm pretty sure is powdered human shit at the bottom of the bank, and his shirt sweat instantly mixed with it into a putrid urine and fecal matter mush. Fortunately, he always brings at least six shirts to skate in. 

We cruised the sidewalks and beered up at a spot that is a gnarly concrete wave. Longsleeves bought the beer, which cemented him as a solid bloke in my standing. next time's on me.