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people still drink zima

MEN drink zima

PEOPLE drink zima...

maybe im just giving hnto hype but...isnt it against some sort of immutable code of masculinity for any man totouch it?

ah... i am so american-i have such rigid, unnatural rules about what makes a man...

im at some sort of techno event in fujisawa... we're high in the building, looking out on the beach and im alone, earlier than my other foreign friends. the music is a little too loud...the definition of a good dj is a knowledge of both good timing and good taste, this dj lacks one. the boys and girls are in horizontal rows, like rings in tree...

tshirts around me:
"fuck off
fuck off
fuck off"

and

"i sleep and eat and f***k and..." with a picture of a pig with its eyes crossed out

and a man whose shirt says "gentilitat."


my friends arrive finally, there's a commution and i turn and see them waving...the staff here is less japanese and more western im approach to their work...they obviously dont want to be here... itwould make me nostalgic but i want my goddamn tuna avocado taco...the only food without beef (the west has won).

Events in Japan usually require outlandish sums of money... a ticket to see a concert is rarely below 50 bucks, clubs rarely below 20...
Maybe that is part of the reason shows and some clubs here have such a solemn atmosphere...

this event is different because they simply require you to buy a few drinks...minimum 2... i dont mind it thatmuch...i need the booze... ive already had two drinks by the time my friends arrive and im planning on at least two more...

i hope to make it out of here with a little money left... happier than when i came in. in japan...that can be difficult.

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Pura said…
Matto,

answer your email. I'll try to call you this week. The west is calling you...come home!

p-chan
7:38 AM
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