Feels like a heavy weight is on my back. That's cause big water bottles were buy one, get one almost free. Timing is everything. I bought too early. I tried to catch a falling knife. I carried the consequences on my back for most of the night. Both of them.
I'm tooting my own horn, but I'd like to lead off with the fact that it's well into Wednesday and the time I was asleep was sometime Sunday. I only mention this as the excuse for failing to hit 60**s. It was never gonna happen, but there was a moment where it might have gotten close, but the momentum of the night crashed like a wave against the beach, and having failed, rolled back into the depths of the night.
I met IS at the secret bridge, where I scoffed down the boiled fish hotdogs offered by 7 (this is important later), where he foolishly smashed his back against the ledge in the first few tries. The ledge didn't break, and neither did he, so I guess it was a tie. Dogs barked at us and pigeon shit was everywhere because for some reason, people here enjoy feeding flying rats. We cancelled teh night and set up shop on the godfather stoop and ran through a couple of cans and then he felt like ********, which he did first try. Nothing else was happening, except it was blustery, and the street lights lit up the green leaves, which are all around in the north part of town.
We went by the spot in all the videos, then across teh street to the weird weird alien made pyramids. Only by reading Redemption Space or Lovecraft can the foreign skater truly touch on the bizzarre geometry that is this spot. Each tier is less than a curb, and none are rounded corners, but math builds upon math that builds upon math until you have to ***** six short levels to get to the top and ***** it and then come back down (as IS did). He also got a crystal clear *******, and I petered out a *******. I hadnt skated there in years, maybe even three. Great spot. Pink banks to the sides. Come to Taiwan. It's lovely here.
Up the street is Jiantan station banks. They're a large family of double dark banks; lower level short, upper level tall and steep. In between is usually a 4-10 ft flat, but it varies. At this point, the session took off. I had expceted only the kind of bouyancy that keeps a water bottle floating when its 45% full of water, but IS burst through the surface of the night with a series of tricks on the effectively manny pads: a brilliant example of skating a spot in a new way, even if it means standing three lanes out into traffic to get the run started.
At this point, my gut worm started squirming from the cheap fish hotdogs. A word of warning to the casual skate traveler here: it looks cooked, and it smells mostly edible, but if you chose to eat 7-11's boiled meat balls of death, do it nearby a convenient toilet and buy a package of toilet paper before hand, because it won't be provided in the stall. I did all of this, and it came out swimmingly. At this piont, I'll refer to my notes:
At least I remembered the terlet paper.
Pushing home.
Whole city smells like Piss City.
bombed a hill with a beer, across some cracks.
through the old hood
Cruised by an american on a ubike blaring david allen coe. i aint sure who was more surprised, him or me. if that aint country, i dont know what is. hair lip the pope
lil hubba
********** first try. dive dive dive dive dive with me.
meshuggah rhythm in the tiles
across this glorious city
to linsen bei
(land of milk and honey)
Up a rare footbridge, only crossed the sewer here a couple of times before.
whores drinks food traffic neon signs
Across the open sewer spine
lil narrow hillbomb down the other side. had to wait for traffic for a while, as its only one lane.
intense rotting trash smell from the trash trucks, dingling a song at me
neon signs down to the horizen like the end of 2001
misfits
miss you john keller
dr octagon streets are wet af
29 yellow black tax stack in front of the seven by the ktv. Puke on the curb. Puke on the tiles. Puke everywhere. I park. Sneezing on the curb at length. After 45 mintues of straight pushing, gotta take a break.
cops flish flashing lights all around.
I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does.
The stench of air pollution rolls in, like Savannah. The weather channel said it would come today.Leaves are still dancing but my throat is already sore.
Joy division at the sotp light. wandering through wide sidewalks, rough square tiles low, smooth tiles set high, but of course, allthe pimps and whores and kongs and belles are up there on the high route. so its like surfing a very shallow break that clackalacks at the bottom and had the scum of Taipei on top.
No I never met anyone, quite like you before.
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House of circles
almost home
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