Normalg Dreams of Skateboarding

I was back in America. It was the same time of year as now, and it was cold enough to need a jacket. I was giong to try and skate to various skatespots, only, they're so far apart. In teh states. I had several spots in mind - one of them was at the secret ledge in Jiantan, which makes about as much sense as a Salvador Dali painting, but the second spot was the long winding hill at Hog Mountain, that runs the length of the 18 hole golf course. We used to bomb it, back before traffic thickened up, out there in the country side. To my delight, the curbs down the whole thing, at least a mile of it, had been painted by City of Taipei. First, there were sections of yellow and black stripes, then about half way, it was just grey. I needed wax, so I went into the Home Depot but it was packed from floor to ceiling with shit, like a 五金 store, with the blue and white flipflops, the green and red brooms, the unlabeled, uninventoried heaps and stacks and shelves and piles of every kind of thing you can imagine. CC was working there, and I was delighted to see him. He sold me a case of Gulfwax, which was in a container like somekind of suitcase, and each individual brick of wax was wrapped up like chocolates that Taiwanese people give relatives. I wandered out and drank a beer. It was a beautiful blue sky day, windy and kind of chilly. A cop car drove by, and I was startled to realize that I can't drink beer in public here. I tried to grab my wax and backpack and skateboard and dash into the woods, but hte pinestraw was slippery and I feel down. How am I think drunk from only one beer? I thought. It was so dark in the woods. The smell of pinestraw was strong. The cop car was shining it's spotlight through the trees, looking for me. I realized that the fall had dislodged one of my teeth, a lateral incisor on the right side. I regrettably pulled it out of my gums and it was filthy and grey, with black splotches. Horrified, I tried to check if the others were ok, but they weren't. My teeth were crumbling like chalk, and the peices were covered in grey and black slotches, like mold on rotting fruit. As I touched them, my entire mouth came out of my face, like a solid unit: upper and lower jaws, with tongue and palate attached, inbetween. I was holding this fleshy monstrosity, unsure what to do, when I remembered this skatespot in the bottom of a ravine that I had dreamt of before. I buried my tongue and teeth beneath the pinestraw, and wondered it someone would find it and think I had been murdered there. On the other side of the woods was my old appartment complex from college. I decided to cut through it, to save time. I knew I probably looked like a maniac skateboarding hobo, since my mouth was missing. I heard some people talking about me, and then some authority saying yes, it really was me, I used to live there. I got lost in some kind of larger building, and security started following me at a distance. They were slowly surrounding me, but then I found the exit by mouthing the word at a terrified resident. She pointed and I threw down and pushed hard down the hallway. I got through the hospital sliding doors and just had to pop down a curb but something went wrong and I slammed. My wallet must have fallen out then and the wind blew my money out of the wallet. Red and blue bills scattered like confetti, and I ran and jumped, trying to catch some. Otherpeople were catching them too, and I was trying to yell that it was mine, but they thought I was just some crazy hobo. A man waded up some of my money into a softball sized ball, then they started playing catch with it. I was in tears, beggining them, please no, like monkey in the middle. They gave it to me and I laid on the ground, holding the money ball and crying. Then I'm not sure whathappened. The cops came, I hopped through a gap in the fence, and I rolling again, on rough american asphalt. I got back to the old house at Hog Mountain and my wooden 8x8 rail was there, so I ******* it for old times sake. This spongebob board is getting really haggard, so I thought about maybe focusing it, so I wouln't have ot carry it back to Taiwan, but I've never focused a board in my life, so I wondered if maybe I could kill it with some *********s in my 1990s driveway.