I work pretty much non-stop for July and August. Not just busy like most people say they are. No, I mean I go away and live at hotels in the countryside and help run children's camps. So I am basically sequestered for the blazing hot summer, away from Tokyo. I wouldn't trade this job for anything!
Not good booze.
Oh, snap! You can see Fuji from my roof if you stand on your tippy toes!
Kind of.
Monkey wants to kill.
Mienmien, zyiezyie, tsukutsuku-hoshi, kanakana. These are the sounds of a cicada. Ask a Japanese person to explain, it makes perfect sense to them.
Last train, Kobe style.
You should go here. I forgot where it is. Somewhere in Shikoku.
Really good om-rice.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Drink.
All you can eat scallops for about $3. For 30 minutes. That's how we roll.
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