Hi Dr. Ð,
Sushi town is jumping, like freshly landed fish.....Young women jumping on men. Sounds good, except the women are jumping from the tops of tall buildings. Two jumpers died in the last week in Tokyo, killing or crippling their male cushions. The jumpers left their shoes behind, evidence that they meant it: footwear is unnecessary in heaven.
The Osaka pimp jumps from one airhead to the next, filled with self-loathing and wondering why I don't criticize him. I told him; karma has a way of catching up.
Panty selling babes like disabled toilets because there is space for two. They can disrobe in front of the buyer, even providing extra services if he so desires.
I met my mate the porno cameraman the other day. He'd come from a shoot, so the panties he was carefully folding were still warm. He sells them to guys who like to smell their favorites while watching them.
"Wear loose pants." His fashion tip for visitors to his work site.
My sources from the dark side say they are thankful for their Middle Eastern "brothers". Suicide bombings make the law jump to attention,and ignore more mundane stuff.
Japan will introduce fingerprinting and retinal scanning for all foreigners at airports. Professionals are not worried: they have already figured out ways around these measures.
She is a multi-millionaire. She drinks, smokes and stares at TV. She orders her husband around. She is bored and irritable. She suggests adultery to me, but I always turn her down. It would cost me too much.
The only Japanese woman who ever stole money from me works for the police.
The customs official stared at my pirated copy of "The Politics of Heroin in South East Asia," making me quite uncomfortable. "Do
you have any porno?" he asked. "Sorry to disappoint you," I answered, "but, I don't."
Jumping off, L
Dear 4000,
"You want Eric crapped on?" the eager bartender in a Shimo-Kitazawa bar asked. "Sure, why not?" I answered, looking round for Eric the fecal freak. When the dreary lyrics of "I Shot The Sheriff." came on, I felt more like crapping than clapping.
I took her to an "Adult Toys" shop in Kabukicho; stopping to admire the line of vibrators topped with former prime ministers' heads. "Who do you like?" I asked. No answer, she was passed out on the floor. Too bad, she missed my favorite, the Hello Kitty. tool. Hello Kitty, Hello Pussy.
Ego strokes for older guys: sleeping with women less than half your age. Women who are not whoring or seeking promotion, but actually like you. The fractions game is best not played in your twenties.
I wondered if the American loudmouth with "Momma" tattooed on his arm was influenced by Baudrillard's ideas on images and identity. Or had he considered "M"s inked on his ass cheeks, his hole serving as the "O"? Upside down, of course, is wow.
A night of canned heat and liquid laughter was capped by flying upside down. It was great while it lasted, but then gravity kicked in. Flipping off your bike is very temporary fun.
Nova, the biggest English language school in Japan, is closed. Call it a scam rather than a school, an organized crime. Lie to customers, lie to staff. Enforce racism while ripping off locals. Blame it on the Boss of Nova.
Neither Hard Gay nor Real Hard Gay are gay. Welcome to the wacky world of Japanese television.
Alone and lost in a dark forest, accompanied only by the distant boom of a
Buddhist temple bell. 15 kilometers of sweating, up and down three mountains, wondering how to pull this one off. Two hours later I roared through the world's busiest railway station, heading for
a chic Italian restaurant in one of Tokyo's trendiest districts. Just another day off in the Big Sushi.
Cheers, L
[ À noter encore les graffiti à la craie, dans mon quartier, et près des pensions où logent beaucoup d'Asiatiques et
quelques noirs : « Liberté pour les colonies ». On les lit encore, mais ils n'ont pas été rafraîchis et s'effacent lentement.
Larbaud, Journal, 1934, p. 302. ]
