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I exagerate, tell her, “I’m a king, baby, I run this shit!” She rolls her eyes, like, “Sure, pal.” Sarcasm drips off her, I’m laughin’ inside – this chick’s got balls. We’re vibin’, drivin’, talkin’ about nothin’. “I’m not trying to be anyone,” I mutter, movie line again, fits perfect. She’s like, “Me neither, just tryna eat.” Damn, that hits. I toss her an extra fifty, feelin’ soft – don’t tell nobody, alright?

Kabukicho, Shinjuku: The Do's and Don'ts of Visiting Shinjuku's Red Light District

The unmistakable calls of the Plaintive Cuckoo followed me from the south of Jakarta to Bandung. Yet, sightings remain out of reach. One more reason to schedule.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a radio operator in Kokubunji is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Zenzaburo Kojima "Pine Trees" （APT on the hill / Gallery Kojima）