The worst kind of jet lag here: like a brick surgically inserted between the eyes. Can barely see a thing, and the trees in the park are all bare. Wandering through Kichijoji with Denki Watanabe, trash talking what Comic Gumbo did to him went the ship went down last Xmas. Invading the Young Jump shinnenkai together next week. Go Nagai expected to hold court (and here were are, having missed Ed Chavez in town by hours). If I take a picture or ask for a signature, the Abashiri Family escorts me out of the building.
Stumble into Shinjuku Marui Men’s, guzzling stamina drink and trying bad not to buy anything. Casing out the joint instead in anticipation of Friday’s free for all. Serious Sparkling Sale action going on with 30%-50%. Mountains of down jackets with fur-lined collars to contemplate. Distressed jeans up in your Jack Rose. Sounds like a commercial, but damn, I was impressed for a fucked up gaijin.
Holding on to last vestiges of life for Kabuki-cho / slasher summit next. Today, your love. Tomorrow: Matt Alt (and hopefully Marxy)!
When did you arrive?
I left at 6:00p on Monday after stuffing myself with Waseda-dori horumon in Takadanobaba. We could have relived a moment from Kimagure Orange Road and hung out on the observation deck at Terminal 2 while sharing a Mochicream.
Posted by: Ed Chavez | January 16, 2008 at 04:17 PM
Hey Ed,
I came in around 3pm on Tuesday. I always think about that part where Sonny Chiba meets that weird hippie looking white dude at Narita in The Street Fighter. I hear there's some serious butler cafe action in Takadanobaba...The new Terminal 1 already looks old and tattered.
Posted by: Patrick Macias | January 17, 2008 at 03:05 PM