amazing trip up to the 'bei area for a house party on ice. props to Mike and Trevor for reprazenting Taichung. west coast baby. (seriously, taichung is known for its food) blisters aside, ice-skating is fucking fun. i'm convinced there's a place for this kind of thing in the Drug Olympics: Hock-K. singing in the rain like Fiddlers On Rooves of Speed, great after parties from my new favorite fringe drug binge gutter elite crew, under the humble direction of Cappo, who subsequently went on to win the gold medal. highlights of this trip include the doublest entendre of my life: Doing rails on the High Speed Rail. To top it all off, the universe provided us with a private room for sniffing drugs. the conductor tried to convince me that this was merely a telephone booth without a telephone, but i know the universe better than that.