: Korean soju and a cap flicking game; I knock it out of the park and chug 3 shots mixed with lemonade; round the table it goes; a girl with a perm, yellow t-shirt, and black suspenders; the thin and small boy who keeps saying she’s his girlfriend; tall guy works there, wears a white towel on his head, looks familiar, sits next to me; afterwards, we join Obar’s 30; B. hands me a Red Stripe; a hookah, dancing, T. looks confused; E., T. and I make it outside, the light is gray, it’s morning; on my bike I’m saying goodbye; A. left her bag in the izakaya, the cook took her there; riding home I realize I have the freedom to go to McDonald’s if I want; wait the fifteen minutes for breakfast to start; at home, eating a sausage and egg McGriddle, hash brown and coffee I watch an episode of Weeds;
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: not feeling too bad; head to the grocery store for needed supplies; send E. a text, “Did you go/Are you going to Kitamura today?”; lounge around; A. wants soup curry which sounds fabulous to me; it doesn’t open for another hour; we ride around town, stopping at the art gallery, sitting at the fountain outside Ginza Pachinko; the soup hits well; bike soft cream to the cultural center and wait as the sun peels down; the sky a range of bruising colors; yellow, silver, white, blue, pink and purple; talk about her return from Canada, flash mob synchronized dancing; I walk down wooden steps that lead to the river; “This space was meant to be used.”; the rest of the night resting, watching program after program.
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