Life changes and a dead computer meant that I couldn't post anything for a while. I didn't skate in a month, because it was a month of mourning, and traditionally in Taiwan, when you're getting divorced, you have to wait a month to skate again because of juju. I skated again and motherfucking goddam, I got a series of the best, cleanest, popped, caught and bolted (oxford comma, @rmj) ******** of my life. This all happened at the bridge, which is where all Taipei skaters are respawned. Other homies, and many many many other skaters were there. It would have been annoyingly crowded, but I hadn't stood on a skateboard since I got kicked out of my house, and the skate from my new house felt gloriously joyful. It's not that far to the bridge, only a station or two, and the roads and sidewalks are mostly backalleys, with pleasant little clicks and giggling little clacks across the tiles, and small ollies over the man hole covers and metal rectangles, one of which I did into a crowd of people because I'm an asshole. they parted and I kept going. As mentioned, I could suddenly ********* higher and faster and cleaner than ever before, with no explanation why. Maybe I just lost the fear, or maybe I just expected to be able to land it everytime because I hadn't failed to land it for a month. At anyrate, if this goes down as my best ******** night, I can die happy.
RMJ and I skated spots to the north after, and he got a few lil tricks, especially after we got booted from the fountain ledge spot and ended up at this curved ledge/curved benches place, with a long coupel of stairs and a rail that is possible to get on from a low vantage point. Pedestrians filmed us for a while, then we went to the old hood, and grabbed some beers at seven. Buzzed, I kept landing good ********s. How the fuck does this happen? it's like my body was practicing this trick while I wasn't skating. Maybe I was sleep walking. It's a cosmic mystery.
Anyway, we talked about overthrowing the establishment, and cruised down towards the general area of my new hood. We stacked up a back of beers and took them to the Roof Stoop, which, I don't mean to toot my own horn, is the best roof stoop in all of Taiwan, hence, in the world. We watched the moon drift across the sky (I cant believe that's a real thing) and drank all the beers and spit off the sixth floor onto the street below and listend to jungle and cb7th.
It's time to get back into skating.
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