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About Yokohama

I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

Getting to Tijuana

As I’m lost in thought, I hear a commotion. A bunch of people are gathered around this food stall on Nakamura Street. I rush over, and it’s a takoyaki stand! I’m like, “Heck yes!” I grab a plate, and it’s heavenly. I’m stuffing my face, and I swear, I’m in food paradise.

Photographer Meisa Fujishiro released "90 NIGHTS," a collection of photographs of the 90s club scene.