I skated north to the MRT and rode up to the transit station. There, I ran into a kid toting his deck under his elbow. We said what's up, and turns out, he's from a city that sounds like kong hong. We rode north together for half an hour, talking about what's going on there. I don't want to get political in this blog, but goddam, I am convinced of how far the hong kong people are willing to go. It's a David and Goliath situation. Any hong kong people, skaters or otherwise, who need to sleep on my porch, well, the offer is open. Good luck.
Then I went to a party, got drunk with slots, made a new socal friend, and didn't make the session. But I discovered micheladas. Lacking proper ingredients, it's just a taipeichelada, but it's not that bad.
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