Friday: The blossoms decided to dump, big time. It really was like snow, piled in drifts, floating through the air. Kids were scraping them into piles and playing with them. Super cool.
The stream near 105 is looking remarkably pretty because of it.
I went back to get some photos of the shrine. These are the broke ass stairs that lead up to it.
Some Japs were sort of eye-balling me while I took some photos.
As a totally new and unprecedented move, I went to Tokyu Hands. Again. Here’s a sneak peek at how the next Cold World range will be crafted. Pool aggregate in a pop ball.
I came out and this thing was making fun of my bike.
It’s the subtle differences and the complete changes that you notice most.
Met up with Oli, Rael and some of their mates. And the night just kept going. From a stand-up bar, to this mexican place (where they got hammered), to a tiny house-bar (where a Japanese guy told me “I’m not gay, but I have good asshole”) and finally to a hip-hop club called hip hop.
The Jiggers here were off the hook, off the wall. Amazing.
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