Ohayo gozaimasu.
"Good morning to you too,' said Miyuki.
She made me feel special.
Like I was the only male that existed on this earth.
Like I wasn't carrying an extra hundred pounds.
The sun was shining.
I suggested we fly a kite.
The trade winds were making their way south and decided to visit this seaside town.
We'd play fly the kite, hold hands, drink green tea and maybe attend to a Bonzai.
'No you fucking won't,' said Max, with the obligatory slap across the back of my head.
What the fuck are we doing in this gutter, I eventually asked, as the scene became crystal clear.
'We were fucking drugged.'
Did we upset Tomo, I asked?
'It was when I got on stage and started playing lick the nipple.'
Asian decorum dictated that you should only air your dirty laundry in the bedroom.
So what's the plan, I asked Max.
'Better we leave before we get led between our eyes,' said Max who was looking a bit disheveled, 'the helicopter is fully fueled and we are ready for lift-off once we get our shit from the hotel.'
'No need for that,' I said and pointed across the road, 'they've already moved our stuff.'
Outside our hotel, across the road from where we were lying in the gutters outside Hooters, our unzipped bags were unceremoniously dumped on the pavement, with clothes and my pharmaceuticals exposed to the fresh air of this seaside town.
'At least they had the decency not to dump your Valium,' said Max, who suggested we hit Taiwan for a laugh.
"Good morning to you too,' said Miyuki.
She made me feel special.
Like I was the only male that existed on this earth.
Like I wasn't carrying an extra hundred pounds.
The sun was shining.
I suggested we fly a kite.
The trade winds were making their way south and decided to visit this seaside town.
We'd play fly the kite, hold hands, drink green tea and maybe attend to a Bonzai.
'No you fucking won't,' said Max, with the obligatory slap across the back of my head.
What the fuck are we doing in this gutter, I eventually asked, as the scene became crystal clear.
'We were fucking drugged.'
Did we upset Tomo, I asked?
'It was when I got on stage and started playing lick the nipple.'
Asian decorum dictated that you should only air your dirty laundry in the bedroom.
So what's the plan, I asked Max.
'Better we leave before we get led between our eyes,' said Max who was looking a bit disheveled, 'the helicopter is fully fueled and we are ready for lift-off once we get our shit from the hotel.'
'No need for that,' I said and pointed across the road, 'they've already moved our stuff.'
Outside our hotel, across the road from where we were lying in the gutters outside Hooters, our unzipped bags were unceremoniously dumped on the pavement, with clothes and my pharmaceuticals exposed to the fresh air of this seaside town.
'At least they had the decency not to dump your Valium,' said Max, who suggested we hit Taiwan for a laugh.
