I went bowling with Oli and a couple of people from his work. It was heaps of fun and we acted like total fuck ups, which is always good. DFAXXX represent…
Japanese do everything differently. Bowling shoes are some comfortable New Balance looking motherfuckers. Yeah, it was glow-in-the-dark style too.
This is Fumi, she had to leave before the real fun started. She’ll never know what she missed…
We played 2 games, first: serious-ish, second: trick shots only. Shit was wild. Adam nearly smashed the TV’s doing this crazy windmill wind-up. Here is a 6′4″ gaijin sliding on his stomach toward the lane. The Japanese guys next to us were loose and they were still freaking a bit.
Yes, that is Oli’s ball in the air – half way down the lane… Sonic Boom.
As we left some rockers showed up…
We then blazed down the 246 and headed over to the park and hung with dudes who were practicing rock-to-fakies on their fixies, up a little wooden quarter… Always fucking practicing. This mad dog had a crazy looking bike and the Kirin logo tattooed on his arm. Yet another late night…
tell me about this…. fumi.