$b on the roof

I cancelled class this morning with the D, cause I would have sucked hard at working. One on one is so intense. I went back to sleep, having dreamed about lyzk, and woke up around noon. I eventually wandered outside and had an onionpancake and bought a dehumidifier. I cancelled all work, because I could. I fell asleep at six and woke up at eight thirty, so I missed the trash truck. I went to an izakaya next door and got comped some sympathy beers, "because [I] looked sad." They played Avril 14th on the speakers, and I watched the cars and scooters and buses rush by out of hte window. I lined up a lot of language exchanges, to keep busy. I listened to $B on the roof at length and drank some asahis. I have a great view of orion wandering across the sky here. It's a peaceful house.

skateboarding saves lives

having been instructed to move out, i found a place and started moving there. It's a weeknight, but IS still made the time to come help me move my pitiful pile of shit from Lzyk's place to my new one. The taxi pretended to not know where to go, and then we drank some  beers on the roof. I paid him in shoes and a gobstopper deck. We drank enough beers than I puked into the grate downstairs, but not til he had already caught  a taxi. We talked about skatespots from 20 years ago, and skatespots in the city now, and now I feel a lot braver than when I was at the old place. Breaking up is hard to do (dont take your love, away from me) i bought some household essentials. It's eh, empowering, but also feels like shooting my dog in the face. after I puked, I watched cmilk and whatshisname ride scooters around her home town. I'm so worried about her that I cleaned and fixed the bathoroom fan at the old house. My number one concern is that she is going get through this. In a way, that makes me feel proudly mature. Jesus christ almighty, never get married unless they really want to.

There's no right side of the bed with a body like mine and a mind like min

I skated to main station with tears in my eyes, on drying asphalt. Warmed up the stifflingly humid night with tons of ***s, *****-**s and ********s. I guess I'm guess I'm giving up on doing 100 everynight. This seems like as good a time as any. MH got there first. There was no miscommunication on our line group, but we all eventually wandered into the same area. That happened to be the pink marble banks at main station. They grind, if your wheels are small. And they **** *****, if you're IS. NLS came too along too, with TW, and CC as well. An angry homeless woman in a powder blue top came over to yell at us for not carrying enough speed through our grinds and for not popping the *******s enough (sorry everybody, I suck). She ranted around the block a few times and then we went to the plaza at ximen. A half a dozen other skaters were already there, one of who looks like a watermelon. They already had the double cones stacked up (MFing IS ******ed those bitches, after he ******* the stairs, and for once, I looked over at exactly the right time to see both of them. it was that kind of session; everything came together in an emotionally satisfying way). We skated teh 2001 black monolith ledge in the back until we assumed we would get kicked out, but we never did. I sang angry songs to myself and pushed around in circles. I got my longest ***** there (something about the loss of a given fuck when things are darkest can make some actually not bad skateboarding). The session wound downwith one by one leaving, and RMJ buying my water (because I forgot my walltet) and several beers (because I can't afford beer until pay day). At some point, FA was keen to arrive and slammed on his first trick. We sat aroudn talking, them reassuringly to me, and me obnoxiously because I'm more than a little awkward. We discussed (I shouted at them) dyson spheres and khardeshev civs, and eventually, we split up and I pushed home trough the drizzle, playing drugs and skengs on my speaker phone. Having arrived home and showered, I'm rather soberly realizing that this is likely to be the last night lzyk and I stay in the same place. Eight years gone.


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It's so easy to get bored

Feels like a heavy weight is on my back. That's cause big water bottles were buy one, get one almost free. Timing is everything. I bought too early. I tried to catch a falling knife. I carried the consequences on my back for most of the night. Both of them.

I'm tooting my own horn, but I'd like to lead off with the fact that it's well into Wednesday and the time I was asleep was sometime Sunday. I only mention this as the excuse for failing to hit 60**s. It was never gonna happen, but there was a moment where it might have gotten close, but the momentum of the night crashed like a wave against the beach, and having failed, rolled back into the depths of the night.

I met IS at the secret bridge, where I scoffed down the boiled fish hotdogs offered by 7 (this is important later), where he foolishly smashed his back against the ledge in the first few tries. The ledge didn't break, and neither did he, so I guess it was a tie. Dogs barked at us and pigeon shit was everywhere because for some reason, people here enjoy feeding flying rats. We cancelled teh night and set up shop on the godfather stoop and ran through a couple of cans and then he felt like ********, which he did first try. Nothing else was happening, except it was blustery, and the street lights lit up the green leaves, which are all around in the north part of town.

We went by the spot in all the videos, then across teh street to the weird weird alien made pyramids. Only by reading Redemption Space or Lovecraft can the foreign skater truly touch on the bizzarre geometry that is this spot. Each tier is less than a curb, and none are rounded corners, but math builds upon math that builds upon math until you have to ***** six short levels to get to the top and ***** it and then come back down (as IS did). He also got a crystal clear *******, and I petered out a *******. I hadnt skated there in years, maybe even three. Great spot. Pink banks to the sides. Come to Taiwan. It's lovely here.

Up the street is Jiantan station banks. They're a large family of double dark banks; lower level short, upper level tall and steep. In between is usually a 4-10 ft flat, but it varies. At this point, the session took off. I had expceted only the kind of bouyancy that keeps a water bottle floating when its 45% full of water, but IS burst through the surface of the night with a series of tricks on the effectively manny pads: a brilliant example of skating a spot in a new way, even if it means standing three lanes out into traffic to get the run started.

At this point, my gut worm started squirming from the cheap fish hotdogs. A word of warning to the casual skate traveler here: it looks cooked, and it smells mostly edible, but if you chose to eat 7-11's boiled meat balls of death, do it nearby a convenient toilet and buy a package of toilet paper before hand, because it won't be provided in the stall. I did all of this, and it came out swimmingly. At this piont, I'll refer to my notes:

At least I remembered the terlet paper.
Pushing home.
Whole city smells like Piss City.
bombed a hill with a beer, across some cracks.
through the old hood
Cruised by an american on a ubike blaring david allen coe. i aint sure who was more surprised, him or me. if that aint country, i dont know what is. hair lip the pope
lil hubba
********** first try. dive dive dive dive dive with me.

meshuggah rhythm in the tiles
across this glorious city
to linsen bei
                                                           (land of milk and honey)
Up a rare footbridge, only crossed the sewer here a couple of times before.
whores drinks food traffic neon signs
Across the open sewer spine
lil narrow hillbomb down the other side. had to wait for traffic for a while, as its only one lane.
intense rotting trash smell from the trash trucks, dingling a song at me
neon signs down to the horizen like the end of 2001
misfits
miss you john keller
dr octagon streets are wet af

29 yellow black tax stack in front of the seven by the ktv. Puke on the curb. Puke on the tiles. Puke everywhere. I park. Sneezing on the curb at length. After 45 mintues of straight pushing, gotta take a break.

cops flish flashing lights all around.

I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does.
The stench of air pollution rolls in, like Savannah. The weather channel said it would come today.Leaves are still dancing but my throat is already sore.

Joy division at the sotp light. wandering through wide sidewalks, rough square tiles low, smooth tiles set high, but of course, allthe pimps and whores and kongs and belles are up there on the high route. so its like surfing a very shallow break that clackalacks at the bottom and had the scum of Taipei on top.
No I never met anyone, quite like you before.

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House of circles

almost home

My Life is a Country Song

The sky has been blue. The air has been crisp and clean. I met a russian in the elevator. My dog ran off and my woman threw me out. I ran out of money and my truck broke down. There's tears in my beer and the bank's coming for the farm. The children are going to sleep hungry, all six of em, Jethro, Maxwella, Luanne, Llewellyn, Ethel, Opal, and Margarita. I'd go get drunk at the honkey tonk, but the tractor's broke down too and I'm out of money for gas.

I went to the bridge cause skating is free. CL and JP were there, and a bunch of other dudes I don't know that well, but they were friendly enough. One of those guys, I'll call him Stripey, learned *****s on the rail, then was about to get some *****s, but the lights went out. I'm not usually jealous of other people's progress. It's fun to see anyone get it done, regardless of respective ability. Anyway, this kid can learn a trick in a night, and then make it 75% of the time. Him and his homies had some upstepped flatground game too.

I tried to ***** the lil pad with JP and I got my other basics, including the ton on *****-**s and *******s. I went home just before lights out because sometimes you just cain't handle the dark.

lil one finna show you the way now

nobody gonna hold your hand, no
nobody gonna lead you the way, no

Withering Heights

Skating in a skate park is like dancing without music. It looks like skating, especially on video, and you do all the same motions and get sweaty, and it might even help you get very good at skating, but skating is skatepark is skating with all the soul bleached out of it. Skating in a DIY park is some weird middle ground of this, or at least, that's how most people feel about the bridge. I got there mid afternoon and met a sardine, but only only one other skater was there. It was overcast, then drizzly, then rainy, then heavy rain.

The gloam descended preternaturally by 04:00 and The Bridge was almost too dark to skate. What pop I had withered with the light. The environmentally acquired depression got more severe. Me and the other dude could barely skate faster than a walking speed, eyes down on our griptape, bumping into walls and barely sliding tricks. The roar of taipei traffic on either side mixed with the stench of car exhaust, and bizarrely, someone's extremely burned coffee, made it like skating next to a malevolent water fall with a toxic, smelly sock stuffed in your mouth.

I broke 102 in 28, which was the first time I've hit the ton. I petered around until the lights came on, like halogen artificial suns in an O'Neil cylinder. The rush hour honking started, and the air stayed foul. By 17:30, the lights were up to full illumination, and jpook arrived, followed by mw and a stready stream of others. I hit a few little *****s on teh pyramid, which is new for me, and a ** ***** in teh back with the minnows, and a ** **** on the box. The session got better and better as I got more and more tired. MW and I beered up and went to the family noodle place, then checked out the spy shit on the roof of the hotel next to my house.