North City Station

Met Rmj at the banks, but there was no vacancy. the hobos' lebensraum has spread out from the walls and into the plaza itself. We left the piss scented wasteland of cardboard boxes and desperate holes of people at the bottom of society, and warmed up next door, in the ledge plaza. Someone had slightly patched the shitty cement ledges, but the hive of hobos had spread out even into this area, hundreds of meters from the station. I know I sound like an asshole here, and I am. My worst nightmare is being homeless in Taipei. Taiwanese people treat the homeless as absolutely subhumans. so maybe me making fun of them is cause I've lived here too long. anyways, if you skate around north city station, the hobos are going to be a huge part of the human terrain. mostly because they piss and shit on literally everything. some ledges are unskateable because they are toilets. the piss reek is not something I could overcome on this night.

there's a weird little bank to pink marble ledge there, oozing piss and puss and mud. Upstream, it's just piss, but such a huge amount of it that you have to take a breath of fresh air before you go up there to start your line. Rmj got a few variations on it, and I mostly failed to do anything. My goal for the night was a line of *****, ***, ** *****. I did it, but further down the road.

we rolled downhill to a micropot. it's just a tiny pink marble curb, but it also has manly wall rides that require a significant ***** up onto it. RMJ got some *******s and some variations, while a hobo watched, concerned about her pile of shit that she had used to block the atm entrance. I finally got a ****, and a few vatiations out.

The last spot was also  a microspot. It's a bank to ledge, if you use the term very loosely. It's a metal curb (smaller than a normal curb) with a ten foot bank up to it, that rises about 12 inches. The whole time you skate it, it feels like a joke, and its fun as fuck. we did everything we could think of, and beered up, and beered up again and again, hitting a pink marble kicker than you can grind up the side of.

By 03:00, we had found our way to rplaza, where I tried to *******, but it eluded me. RMJ took a cab home and I blasted the sidewalk, Sapporo in hand.

When I got back, the PBH was chilling on the roof, so I had a few more and listened to music and talked about where everything went wrong in our lives.

2 days free. one day of work, then another day free. heaven is on the way.