SHINJUKU this truly feels like downtown, if such feelings are possible in a place like tokyo. all the money pits, vice driven, socially engineered devices are here. the hustling streets rush past us unawares that we are here to disturb shit. that is before we realize how disturbed the shit here really is. we might be able to poke it a few more times, but it's a dead horse, enough already. i'm gone.
meeting yoko and asuka at an izakaya near takanodai. here we are, me, the distorted monster, yoko, the cute little devil, drinking the world away in good comfort. let's go home.