Saturday, November 30, 2019
Asian East Medical Hospital Station
RMJ and I went to Asia East Medical Hospital. The area is magical. There are many many benches with faux wood plastic that slides, unwaxed, faster than a regular waxed rail. The square tiles that normally are terrible have been so expertly laid that they are almost smooth to skate across. The front of the spot is a polished granite bank with a granite lip on top, which *****s nicely. I got a ** ***** and he got the **** that he was planning on. In the back is maybe even better; it's a 200ft long sidewalk with banks on both sides. At the top, it's so mellow that it doesn't grind, but by about halfway down, the steepoisity increases to the point that it's all grindable. However, it's mostly dark, so we weren't entirely skating it to the full potential. Later, we skated the sidewalks and into the bamboo street, where we saw a popo in a vest, which was pretty sketchy. The we beered up and took a selfie and went by land rover but didn't skate it. We wandered back until around jiangzecui and I took an uber back.
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Dear Skatan, see you in the skreets
Dear Skatan,
Thank you for taking the time to contact me. I have tried to respond to your message but I'm either too buzzed or too stupid to sucessfully post a response.
The jugggjagjuugga tiles can be truly something to 666 all over, but it's the gickitygackgickitygackgickgackgackgack that you gotta watch out for, because they have unpredictable cracks, especially if there glassy clink* some where in the rythym. I have no idea how to spell that and I'm not gonna break my rhythm looking it up now. oh thanks autocorrect. If you want to skate, I can show you some skreeeeeearrrrrr tiles and plenty of ticktockticktackticktocktocktock and other varieties. If you end up exploring Taipei on your own, stay away from linsen bei cause they have disrescpetable ladies of the night there, and also wanhua, because everyone in that neighborhood takes drugs, and the entire east part of the city, bbecause banking and business types hang out there, and they've sold their souls to the mogwai. also, they have really great ledges.
Your techonologically incontenent friend,
normalg
Thank you for taking the time to contact me. I have tried to respond to your message but I'm either too buzzed or too stupid to sucessfully post a response.
The jugggjagjuugga tiles can be truly something to 666 all over, but it's the gickitygackgickitygackgickgackgackgack that you gotta watch out for, because they have unpredictable cracks, especially if there glassy clink* some where in the rythym. I have no idea how to spell that and I'm not gonna break my rhythm looking it up now. oh thanks autocorrect. If you want to skate, I can show you some skreeeeeearrrrrr tiles and plenty of ticktockticktackticktocktocktock and other varieties. If you end up exploring Taipei on your own, stay away from linsen bei cause they have disrescpetable ladies of the night there, and also wanhua, because everyone in that neighborhood takes drugs, and the entire east part of the city, bbecause banking and business types hang out there, and they've sold their souls to the mogwai. also, they have really great ledges.
Your techonologically incontenent friend,
normalg
Skatebar
This didn't count as a session. RMJ and I met at the plaza but were too tired to do much besides talk and drink a couple of tinnies. That's one of the good things about Taipei; the entire city is a skatepark but when you don't really want to skate, it becomes a giant bar.
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Les Bateaux Ivres
C'etait une soiree tellement expat. Je me suis dit que c'est inutile de pisser sur les pieds des gens en une seule lange si je peut pisser en plusieurs. Je comprends que mon francais, particulierement a l'ecrit, c'est plus une forme de faire chier que de pisser, mais c'est pas la point.
Ma point c'est qu'au jourdhui, c'etait un holiday au meme temps americain que c'etait bizarre et estrange.
Nous sommes rencontre chez l'appartement de wpn au sud du cite. J'ai prepare les oeufs du diable, et chacun etait une espece unique, parfois au cornichons et bacon, parfois en steak et sauce au schiracha. J'etais fiere qu'ils ont etait completement consumi en quelque minutes.
On a bus plusieurs de coups et on a discute plusieurs d'idees. Mes amis etaient deux autres americains, un canadien, une taiwanaise, un jeun homme salvadorienne, et sa petite copine, une javanaise.
Au retours, j'ai rencontre un skateur qui faisait des wallrides au spot de wallrides au tiles blanc. Il avait deja plusieurs de spectateurs, malgre qu'il etait seul, et en son moment de success, je lui ai donne une guelement fierce, et nous nous sommes separes sans mots, comme les bateaux ivres.
Ma point c'est qu'au jourdhui, c'etait un holiday au meme temps americain que c'etait bizarre et estrange.
Nous sommes rencontre chez l'appartement de wpn au sud du cite. J'ai prepare les oeufs du diable, et chacun etait une espece unique, parfois au cornichons et bacon, parfois en steak et sauce au schiracha. J'etais fiere qu'ils ont etait completement consumi en quelque minutes.
On a bus plusieurs de coups et on a discute plusieurs d'idees. Mes amis etaient deux autres americains, un canadien, une taiwanaise, un jeun homme salvadorienne, et sa petite copine, une javanaise.
Au retours, j'ai rencontre un skateur qui faisait des wallrides au spot de wallrides au tiles blanc. Il avait deja plusieurs de spectateurs, malgre qu'il etait seul, et en son moment de success, je lui ai donne une guelement fierce, et nous nous sommes separes sans mots, comme les bateaux ivres.
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Saturday, November 16, 2019
Limb Technology Big Floor Station
too drunk to sort it out now, but I ll try and make notes.
met at the shitty nasty urine stoaked station. cruised and skated and got booted rom the good balck benches. thn skated to the place with the long long long ******** ledge (flat from 2 stairs height to upper ribcage down).
went for a **** on the marble curb and payed with extreme prejudice, mostly on the slightly right side of my tailbone. I rolled on the ground and laid on the ground for a while. rmj said some sluts checked out my butt, which I was holding like a broken egg, but I don't remember anything except the explosioon of ass hurt. I guess rmj brought my board back after it shot into the road, ut I don't know I was too busy rolling and moaning.
that was pretty much the end of it for me, bnut we went ot a seven where they refused to open the btathoromm even when we axt nicely and rmj called them lazy to their fface, which was nice. now I m just too tired to note the tother things, like how good the triangle bank is, and how we stakted it until we got booted,adn d how the streets raround there are so smooth and wellpaved bvcause its full of foerigners, and how the glasweigian told us to do an ollie kickflip but we declined.
sleeping now . good night .
met at the shitty nasty urine stoaked station. cruised and skated and got booted rom the good balck benches. thn skated to the place with the long long long ******** ledge (flat from 2 stairs height to upper ribcage down).
went for a **** on the marble curb and payed with extreme prejudice, mostly on the slightly right side of my tailbone. I rolled on the ground and laid on the ground for a while. rmj said some sluts checked out my butt, which I was holding like a broken egg, but I don't remember anything except the explosioon of ass hurt. I guess rmj brought my board back after it shot into the road, ut I don't know I was too busy rolling and moaning.
that was pretty much the end of it for me, bnut we went ot a seven where they refused to open the btathoromm even when we axt nicely and rmj called them lazy to their fface, which was nice. now I m just too tired to note the tother things, like how good the triangle bank is, and how we stakted it until we got booted,adn d how the streets raround there are so smooth and wellpaved bvcause its full of foerigners, and how the glasweigian told us to do an ollie kickflip but we declined.
sleeping now . good night .
Friday, November 15, 2019
He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool
I dressed up like a homeless man and went downstairs to restock on vital supplies, ie snacks and beers. At the grill stand, a group of pinoy homies came up to ask directions for the night market. I took them to linsen bei instead. Now I got home late but hopefully I have some friends in Cebu and Davao I can visit.
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
North Big Infirmary Station
I ran into IS in the streets up north, not representing skating, but representing money making. We agreed to meet up and we did. This affluevience (probably not a real word) happened at my front door, along with scrytry and his friend. I ate the seafood at yellowbar and we all drank beers. then scrytry left and I carried his skateboard around all night. then we went to main and skated the banks the plaza. I respect the friend's commitment t the banks and he skated it well. I don't respect the homey who was rollign around all over the stairs at the plaza, because he was extremely druunk. another weird fucker squatted ont he ledge and we almost knocked foreheads when I went in to ** ****. I saw another skating foreigner on the way home, but before that, IS and I had skated a series of spots from main down through 228 to the North Big Infirmary Station. I try to not skate monuments that commemorate more than 40,000 being massacred in one day, so luckily, we could skate this one, because only something like 10,000 to 30,000 were probably massacred on 228. That being said, the margin for error is suspect.
Scrytry was at my front door when I got back and we drank some tequila, which he had never had. we talked about life, but mostly I talked at him, which is a dickmove. sorry. we climbed onto the ASR and drank more and talked more. Then we realized we have to do shit otorrow, so now I'm typing this because if I don't report ont he session now, it might never happen.
the hard part of life is deciding where you want to go. after you know that, it's simpler; you just show up, work hard, and don't give up. it's a lot like learning a skating trick
Scrytry was at my front door when I got back and we drank some tequila, which he had never had. we talked about life, but mostly I talked at him, which is a dickmove. sorry. we climbed onto the ASR and drank more and talked more. Then we realized we have to do shit otorrow, so now I'm typing this because if I don't report ont he session now, it might never happen.
the hard part of life is deciding where you want to go. after you know that, it's simpler; you just show up, work hard, and don't give up. it's a lot like learning a skating trick
Thursday, November 7, 2019
East Portal Station
Prelude: last night, two skaters passed going the other direction as I walked home from work, with a client. I had on a douche suit and a backpack full of laptop, so I didn't talk to them. I regret it now. I hope they had a fucking awesome session. There is nothing happier than seeing young locals street skating. Hard yes.
I wanted to conduct the interview with jumpro in the most professional possible setting. so we opted to get some street beers and stoop up at the hilariously named Dong Men mrt. Our respective legal teams need to review the transcript before it is released for the public, but I can confidently tell the skateholders and investors that we discussed skating, metal, **********s, guns, trucks, America, and a series of smaller topics not impactful to the current scope and deliverables. We conferred, with his twisted ass ankle, under the eves of a sidewalk with 10/10 banks on each corner of the street, and eventually the optimum time window for maximizing ROI began to close and I had to skate home.
My only goal was to "learn" a flatground trick, and add it to the line as I skated back. This was successful. So now I'm skating *****, ** *****, ***, ** ***, *****, *****, *****, ** *****, and *******. I wanna do the longest line of my life on the sidewalks, because flatground doesn't count if you aren't actually going anywhere. The Bearics were always boring, but the worst part was how their skate games were filmed. the next worst part was how they were skating indoors, on a smooth surface. I want to see a skategame that crosses the city. Learn to skate in the shadows, with pebbles and people and cars and cracks and nuts and twigs and branches and gaps and upcurbs and downcurbs and bicycles and pedestrians and dogshit and a bag of disguarded bagels and binlang and beercans and the smack motherfuck, I hit Satan's Pebble while I was just pushing.
It's a treacherous section of sidewalk, where the tiles aren't predictable and so many are up-coming and broken and fearsome, like the coast of newfoundland. I sailed through with no problem, narrating my bravery in my head, until I went quite suddenly from skating position, to splayed on the ground position. My almost full beer smashed on the ground and rolled out into the road, tracing a parabola of suds as it went. I watched it go, because my knee and elbow hurt bad enough to just lay there and watch. I could hear my basically new deck skitter down the sidewalk at full speed, and into the crosswalk, but I knew I could never run fast enough to catch it, and also, it was about a 3.5 on the Richter Scale of Slams; I definitely will remember it tomorrow as a slam, but there was no structural damage. Luckily, my bushings are totally shot, so instead of zipping to the road, my skateboard zipped down the long sidewalk and beached itself in some bushes. Since I had my wallet in my front pocket, and I landed heavily on it, the leather is now super tweaked and actually looks fucking awesome. My thigh does not.
It was really a skate session, but since I drew blood from more than one place, I'm going to report as a skatesession. Also, muscle memory is amazing.
I wanted to conduct the interview with jumpro in the most professional possible setting. so we opted to get some street beers and stoop up at the hilariously named Dong Men mrt. Our respective legal teams need to review the transcript before it is released for the public, but I can confidently tell the skateholders and investors that we discussed skating, metal, **********s, guns, trucks, America, and a series of smaller topics not impactful to the current scope and deliverables. We conferred, with his twisted ass ankle, under the eves of a sidewalk with 10/10 banks on each corner of the street, and eventually the optimum time window for maximizing ROI began to close and I had to skate home.
My only goal was to "learn" a flatground trick, and add it to the line as I skated back. This was successful. So now I'm skating *****, ** *****, ***, ** ***, *****, *****, *****, ** *****, and *******. I wanna do the longest line of my life on the sidewalks, because flatground doesn't count if you aren't actually going anywhere. The Bearics were always boring, but the worst part was how their skate games were filmed. the next worst part was how they were skating indoors, on a smooth surface. I want to see a skategame that crosses the city. Learn to skate in the shadows, with pebbles and people and cars and cracks and nuts and twigs and branches and gaps and upcurbs and downcurbs and bicycles and pedestrians and dogshit and a bag of disguarded bagels and binlang and beercans and the smack motherfuck, I hit Satan's Pebble while I was just pushing.
It's a treacherous section of sidewalk, where the tiles aren't predictable and so many are up-coming and broken and fearsome, like the coast of newfoundland. I sailed through with no problem, narrating my bravery in my head, until I went quite suddenly from skating position, to splayed on the ground position. My almost full beer smashed on the ground and rolled out into the road, tracing a parabola of suds as it went. I watched it go, because my knee and elbow hurt bad enough to just lay there and watch. I could hear my basically new deck skitter down the sidewalk at full speed, and into the crosswalk, but I knew I could never run fast enough to catch it, and also, it was about a 3.5 on the Richter Scale of Slams; I definitely will remember it tomorrow as a slam, but there was no structural damage. Luckily, my bushings are totally shot, so instead of zipping to the road, my skateboard zipped down the long sidewalk and beached itself in some bushes. Since I had my wallet in my front pocket, and I landed heavily on it, the leather is now super tweaked and actually looks fucking awesome. My thigh does not.
It was really a skate session, but since I drew blood from more than one place, I'm going to report as a skatesession. Also, muscle memory is amazing.
Monday, November 4, 2019
ki'imak u K'ajóolt a
I was outstandingly lonely, so I went ot the bronze monkey, where I had had good luck in the past. The burger was the saltiest thing ever and the caipirinha wasn't made with cachaça. I don't regret it, or that I went ot laoli's afterwards. I was sat next to a mayan aerospace engineer, and we got into a fierce drinking game with some businessmen. I put him in the taxi with enough cash in his pocket to survive, but he was so drunk that I don't actually know if he could make it. I made it home and now I have at least an hour of very buzzed work to do and then wake up and do hopefully sobre work tomorrow.
Sunday, November 3, 2019
they that sow in tears shall reap in joy
I went outside with less than all my clothes on because my laundry was drying, and to my embarrassment, my new neighbors that I didn't know I was getting came around the corner. but after I had my clothes on, she said my rooftop is a "garden oasis" which is maybe the best compliment I've received in a year.
I went to mandarin class at the pho restaurant in the food lane, and consequently ended up flaking on wpn for our night hike. sorry man, I had to get learnt and we got started late. wpn still didn't say anything back after my apology, so I reckon he is pissed. also my phone is fucked so I didn't tell him.
I went skating at the cricket curbs, even though it was spitting rain. It spat on and off the whole time, and I just went through the flatground routine. I got out to ** ***** and then got my allotted line first try. This was a good feeling.
I picked up a backpack full of rubble and rocks for making bonsai and unlocked a new level of botany when I stepped on a crubmeld up thing that I wasn't sure what it was, and two large nuts popped out. I planted them in my oasis, alongside a branch full of wrinkly tiny sack seeds. A pimp asked what the branch was and I told him it was a tree branch. he was seemed satisfied with this new information, and bid me good night as I skated the short distance back home, holding the branch and a backpack full of rocks.
God's Team beat the Florida Heathens last night, but Ferrari is losing in Austin atm.
My inbox didn't have any storage space, so I sorted by biggest and found a cache of skatenight videos from five years ago, intermixed with videos with lzyk. I finally managed to tear myself away from that shit. Now I've got four hours till wake up time. Hard start to the week.
ps patto, if you're reading this, my line is gblaney, let's go skate
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I went to mandarin class at the pho restaurant in the food lane, and consequently ended up flaking on wpn for our night hike. sorry man, I had to get learnt and we got started late. wpn still didn't say anything back after my apology, so I reckon he is pissed. also my phone is fucked so I didn't tell him.
I went skating at the cricket curbs, even though it was spitting rain. It spat on and off the whole time, and I just went through the flatground routine. I got out to ** ***** and then got my allotted line first try. This was a good feeling.
I picked up a backpack full of rubble and rocks for making bonsai and unlocked a new level of botany when I stepped on a crubmeld up thing that I wasn't sure what it was, and two large nuts popped out. I planted them in my oasis, alongside a branch full of wrinkly tiny sack seeds. A pimp asked what the branch was and I told him it was a tree branch. he was seemed satisfied with this new information, and bid me good night as I skated the short distance back home, holding the branch and a backpack full of rocks.
God's Team beat the Florida Heathens last night, but Ferrari is losing in Austin atm.
My inbox didn't have any storage space, so I sorted by biggest and found a cache of skatenight videos from five years ago, intermixed with videos with lzyk. I finally managed to tear myself away from that shit. Now I've got four hours till wake up time. Hard start to the week.
ps patto, if you're reading this, my line is gblaney, let's go skate
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Saturday, November 2, 2019
Double Pond Station
I had to schmooze so I was the last arrival. It had been a good day. I went to see the rugby final, standing room only, lots of shouting afrikaaners. it was fun. then I went back to work, at a bar on the top floor of a hotel. There are worse jobs. Then I came back and took off my rebreather and scuba suit and degassed the pressure from my blood for a bit before I went out on the slip plank.
In the depressuring chamber, I had nothing to do but check my phone, and I saw some intel suggesting a kerfuffle with the army of hobos at the main station banks. Allegedly, the hobos were throwing shit and screaming at the skaters just because they chose to skate in the middle of the hoboses living rooms. As the second strike team arrived, they were greeted with a similar reception. Therefore, I felt compelled to strike my skateboard wheels as impactfully as possible on the metal grates as I rolled through. I also made sure to underflip several **** ****s so that the slap would be loud as fuck. Each time I fell, I would throw down, go too fast, fs and bs skir, then try again. The angry hobos were standing up by the time I actually arrived. I explained to them that I'm a computer, and stop all the downloading. They were nonplussed. I hit the banks a few times, without taking off my backpack. Murmurs of disquiet rose from the crowd of itinerates, and I cruised on into the night, across the tictictictictackatackatackatacka tiles towards the plaza.
At first, I thought that at least a dozen skaters were in the fleet, but it turned out that omst of the people sitting around weren't skating, and there were actually six of us. I got my line of flatground basically first try, and while I'm sure other people got good stuff too (IS can ******* that ledge before it even knows what's happening to it) there is no doubting that the session was winding down by the time I got there. RMj already had a palm sized bloody rip on his elby bone, and vp left soon after I got there.
We wandered north, like a band of settlers seeking mosquito free land to uh, settle. We didn't find it. motherfuckers were relentless. maybe it was the same 250 mosquitos the whole time. I hope so, because the idea that Taipei has that many mosquitos in November is kind of creepy.
we arrived the newly opened Gates of Heavenly Way Golden Path Wall Ride to the Sky of Infinite Pleasures and Knowledge. At the human level, there is a very perfect bank, which is fun, but not challenging to get ot the top of. It has a curious sign that says no climbing, although it's at the top of some stairs. It's really clear taiwtf they're talking about.
Upstairs though, is one of the all time highlights of Taipei street skating. it opened yesterday and there were no wheel marks on it, so i'm pretty confident in saying that we were the first to skate it. LIke a hot slot about to turn 18, I've been lustily eyeing its curves for some time, but the construction walls prevented me from realizing just how good of a spot it is.
Ascending the stairs, you are surrounded by puffy white clouds, and a golden gate that god has to open for you. Once you get in to this exclusive club, you are greeted with what was rumoured to have been designed by keith herchart after he quit skating, got an architecture degree, and has been sticking it to the man by designing skate friendly terrain all over Taipei. This one is a big, tall wall ride, about 25 feet in the air. it has holes cut into it, so if you want, you can try hard and wall ride over the holes, or not roll over the top of them and eat fucking shit on the pebble dash. This alone would be a great spot. Many civilians were taking photos there.
The best part is a wavy wall, at about 50 degrees, that owing to the waves, has pockets and hips. again, and im tooting our horn here, we were almost certainly the first. RMJ and IS ********ed the pocket a lot, and it was good. I yelled at the people below that I was a computer, and as punishment, got gave me laduzi, so I had to crawl down the stairs onto the human level, and then even further down into the subterranean depths of the station in order to get some thoughts down on paper.
We pretty much finished skating at that point, but we did hit up the quiet rails, and managed to not get arrested for waking up angry people, and skate the minquan banks a little, before we got removed. the security wasn't sure what to make of us though, so he watched us skate for a minute or two before deciding to walk around some more and never say anything. we left because we're not dicks, and also because we were already buzzed and so tired we couldn't really skate anymore. rmj was bleeding and worn out, is slammed on the banks, and jumpro rolled his ankle before I joined the crew. np wasn't injured, but he showed me some photos of the consequences of his first hill bomb, and instantly knew I respected him.
We all went to ye olde stoop and eventually I skated home. someone had thrown out a huge amount of flowers in the trash, so I made a big bouquet and skated home with it in my hands. I hit a few little spots on the way back, and got a drunk **** ***** at regent.
The flowers have been stuck in my pots at home. I don't know if they'll grow or not, but I tried. now I m watching God's Team play the degens from south of the border, safe in the knowledge that sun is going to rise before I can sleep. Ah well, at least I have beers and tequila and the knowledge that today was a good day.
In the depressuring chamber, I had nothing to do but check my phone, and I saw some intel suggesting a kerfuffle with the army of hobos at the main station banks. Allegedly, the hobos were throwing shit and screaming at the skaters just because they chose to skate in the middle of the hoboses living rooms. As the second strike team arrived, they were greeted with a similar reception. Therefore, I felt compelled to strike my skateboard wheels as impactfully as possible on the metal grates as I rolled through. I also made sure to underflip several **** ****s so that the slap would be loud as fuck. Each time I fell, I would throw down, go too fast, fs and bs skir, then try again. The angry hobos were standing up by the time I actually arrived. I explained to them that I'm a computer, and stop all the downloading. They were nonplussed. I hit the banks a few times, without taking off my backpack. Murmurs of disquiet rose from the crowd of itinerates, and I cruised on into the night, across the tictictictictackatackatackatacka tiles towards the plaza.
At first, I thought that at least a dozen skaters were in the fleet, but it turned out that omst of the people sitting around weren't skating, and there were actually six of us. I got my line of flatground basically first try, and while I'm sure other people got good stuff too (IS can ******* that ledge before it even knows what's happening to it) there is no doubting that the session was winding down by the time I got there. RMj already had a palm sized bloody rip on his elby bone, and vp left soon after I got there.
We wandered north, like a band of settlers seeking mosquito free land to uh, settle. We didn't find it. motherfuckers were relentless. maybe it was the same 250 mosquitos the whole time. I hope so, because the idea that Taipei has that many mosquitos in November is kind of creepy.
we arrived the newly opened Gates of Heavenly Way Golden Path Wall Ride to the Sky of Infinite Pleasures and Knowledge. At the human level, there is a very perfect bank, which is fun, but not challenging to get ot the top of. It has a curious sign that says no climbing, although it's at the top of some stairs. It's really clear taiwtf they're talking about.
Upstairs though, is one of the all time highlights of Taipei street skating. it opened yesterday and there were no wheel marks on it, so i'm pretty confident in saying that we were the first to skate it. LIke a hot slot about to turn 18, I've been lustily eyeing its curves for some time, but the construction walls prevented me from realizing just how good of a spot it is.
Ascending the stairs, you are surrounded by puffy white clouds, and a golden gate that god has to open for you. Once you get in to this exclusive club, you are greeted with what was rumoured to have been designed by keith herchart after he quit skating, got an architecture degree, and has been sticking it to the man by designing skate friendly terrain all over Taipei. This one is a big, tall wall ride, about 25 feet in the air. it has holes cut into it, so if you want, you can try hard and wall ride over the holes, or not roll over the top of them and eat fucking shit on the pebble dash. This alone would be a great spot. Many civilians were taking photos there.
The best part is a wavy wall, at about 50 degrees, that owing to the waves, has pockets and hips. again, and im tooting our horn here, we were almost certainly the first. RMJ and IS ********ed the pocket a lot, and it was good. I yelled at the people below that I was a computer, and as punishment, got gave me laduzi, so I had to crawl down the stairs onto the human level, and then even further down into the subterranean depths of the station in order to get some thoughts down on paper.
We pretty much finished skating at that point, but we did hit up the quiet rails, and managed to not get arrested for waking up angry people, and skate the minquan banks a little, before we got removed. the security wasn't sure what to make of us though, so he watched us skate for a minute or two before deciding to walk around some more and never say anything. we left because we're not dicks, and also because we were already buzzed and so tired we couldn't really skate anymore. rmj was bleeding and worn out, is slammed on the banks, and jumpro rolled his ankle before I joined the crew. np wasn't injured, but he showed me some photos of the consequences of his first hill bomb, and instantly knew I respected him.
We all went to ye olde stoop and eventually I skated home. someone had thrown out a huge amount of flowers in the trash, so I made a big bouquet and skated home with it in my hands. I hit a few little spots on the way back, and got a drunk **** ***** at regent.
The flowers have been stuck in my pots at home. I don't know if they'll grow or not, but I tried. now I m watching God's Team play the degens from south of the border, safe in the knowledge that sun is going to rise before I can sleep. Ah well, at least I have beers and tequila and the knowledge that today was a good day.
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