Stuck inside with the cold that killed could-have-been-fun weekend 200X. I made it as far as Ikebukuro for the Horror of a Malformed Man screening on Saturday before I said fuck it and made a Muji sick bed. My magazine and newspaper cash all used up now on thermals, fluffy comforters, and some packets of Pabron S Gold. Listening to Dylan Thomas and Joseph Campbell MP3s in the dark, playin’ them TV Games, wondering if it was the maids made me kaze or if it was last week’s bout of post-Loft couch surfing. Can someone tell me the mythical over the counter cough syrup they make here containing codeine? Might help elevate the boredoms and put me in touch with my cellular self.
Ah…the healing balm of music. Here’s some sweet Showa love courtesy of coffee shop titans Piko. The song is Adam to Eve mo.