He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.

I got started early, not aware that a contest had taken place at Hsinchu. I mean, started drinking, not skating. I didn't really want to skate at all, but even after a few beers, I knew I didn't want to spend my Saturday evening alone on the roof. So I went to the bridge. I mistook a new guy for CA. We chatted and I got a drunken ******* and a drunken *******. RMJ and IS and 3c showed up, and they skated til lights out and I mostly drank beer and talked shit with whoever was resting. It was nice to get back to the grime.

IS wanted to visit a special spot, so we cruised over. I got caught out behind them, and as I rolled up, yelling, "I'm back," I instantly caught a loose tile and slammed. Skate juice came out of my knee and elbow. I also threw up.

It's a metal bank that you have ollie up to get onto, and both sides grind. They skated and I drank more beer, to wash the taste of vomit out of my mouth. Then we were invited to leave, because we     ( I) were talking too loudly.

All that beer tried to come out of the other end of me, so I bolted home.