Laotian Dish Station

Somedays, the absurdity of the human condition is like a pellet of pigeon shit that splats onto my suit jacket. On a day like this, the depressing blue sky is enough to tamp down any motivation to do anything at all, especially skate. I tried as hard as I could to only show up to work, where the kids wanted to talked about "mosaics" nonstop, and if sandwich girl makes mosaic movies, and so on. They are pretty funny, but nothing really made it better. They're entering a shitty time, but it's a time when I found skateboarding in my own life.

I found skateboarding in my life tonight when IS answered the call and we went out to one of the true gems of Taipei street skating. It's been called our Love Park, but it lacks the elevation change. It doesn't lack the ledges. The whole place is paved in the smoothest possible slate, and surrouned on everyside with pink marble ledges. It's the size of a hefty skatepark in it's own right, and is arguably the slickest, fastest, butteriest ledges on Earth. Pedestrian traffic is just heavy enough to keep it interesting. Security was not a factor.

As I rolled up (the plaza is just outside of the MRT station), a tall homie was skating the ledges while his girlfriends watched. I'll call him lilpimp cause he brings girls to street spots. Actually, they tried to push around some, so I think they count as part of the session too. He was getting ** **** and *** ** ** and ** ** on the ledges, which is respectable, cause they require pop to access. Turns out, he's from Shulin, but next generation, so we didn't know the same crew there. He was friendly and talked to us and we played the SkAtE. I spent most of the session trying to **** the steps, but IS got one on the tall ledge, with a ** ***** out. It was a nearly full moon, and the mosquitos were doing that thing they do when it gets hot during the winter, which is swarm the fuck out of us. scaryterry showed up to reclaim his motorcycle helmet and eventually IS and I went into the station and shared a moment on the platform. It's good to have people to share life with. 

I got off at dachiaotou station for nostalgia/selftorture sake and cruised home. Some of the old details had changed, repairs here and new holes there. Back up in my trailer park in the sky, I ate some pickles. 

I finished writing a yellow sticky for each station in the MRT system. I stuck them on my wardrobe.