Akabane Mental Clinic

It is a rough lot that gets on the dobutsu-sen train bound for Ikebukuro and points north. Loutish men in mediocre suits bearing battered carrying cases. Faces framed by odd haircuts and configurations. Blotchy skin like recovering burn victims, patched up by leftover shoe leather. Only two women on this train, fragile framed until their legs descend into nearly-matching engineer boots. Late afternoon weather almost too blue now, but the post-typhoon trains are still slow, every line of track a groove running out of synch with itself. Ads for One-Cup Ozeki sake plastered on the windows. Do they really have to push the product up here? The persona is practically free for the price of a ticket.

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[Minami No Teiou]

Nothing screams "I'm a Japanese drunk!" like a middle-aged J-dude in a place like Ikebukuro or Namba sipping one of those little One Cup sakes with the plum in it.. lol