...Neon kanji. Street cracks. Stone walkway. Taxis. Ghost faces. Street lights. Basement booze. Claustrophobic alleys. Soul food. Hand-out. Yellow jackets. Boxes. Homeless apartments. DVD porn. Pachinko parlors. Whore worn walkers. Orange hair. Vixens on bicycles. Subway mouths. Stacked matchbox stores. Cellphones growing out of ears. People growing out of cellphones. Smiles. Frowns. Stares. Silence desecrated. Train tracks. Loitering lean. KFC. Pictures of Japanese meals. Dolled up disasters. Chopstick lingo. Female boots. Wrong way walking. Pacifist police. Right side steering wheel. Motortrikes. Scooter delivery. Old people. Young people. Alone people. Together people. White stripes. Tunnel walk. Color fading into color. Hidden sky. Eye candy in orgasmic spurts...
...As I reflect back upon my two week adventure in Japan, I am filled with a sense of disbelief. Was I there? Did this happen? Was it all a dream? Is this story fact or fiction or both? This trip, God willing, is just the beginning...Now, I have high hopes of getting in the JET program and such...ah, high hopes...When I initially planned my trip to Tokyo a feeling like there was something for me there pervaded my soul. There was something there for me but I didn't take it with me. I left a piece of myself in Japan...without a doubt I'm returning to go get it back.