Why do people still look at me like I have two heads when I speak Japanese? Yes, I have an American accent. Yes, I use slang that makes me sound like a yakuza from 1985. So what?! I was buying a simple iced coffee and the barista looked terrified. 異邦人の孤独。(The loneliness of the foreigner.) I should just communicate purely through interpretive dance from now on. It would save time.
I miss American vintage shops. I miss them so much it physically hurts my soul. The stuff here is either made for ants or costs more than my yearly salary. Where are the high-waisted trousers? Where are the gabardine jackets? I dress like a king and I have nowhere to go but a neon-lit arcade and my freezing apartment. 孤独な王は玉座を持たない。 (The lonely king has no throne.) Bam! Poetry! Now I’m gonna go eat a convenience store egg sandwich and cry.
YEAAAAAAYAH! I got a death threat! Faithy, aren’t you proud of me? I wore my “Jesus Eats Fish” shirt, and some guy just hit me and said he was gonna shoot me in the head! W00t! Go Christians! I feel your love! I can feel you in me! WOAAAAH! Honestly, it’s the most action I’ve seen in months. I might go back tomorrow and see if he wants to get a beer. God, I’m so bored. Send me a new video game or something.