11/29/01 - First impression
I had to see it for myself. I left my train the second the doors opened to Shibuya station and ran across the platform. I walked quickly around the station until I noticed an exit, left and started walking up one of the streets but for some reason nothing fitted it's description. I imagined I was lost and I really didn't care, I continued walking around, sometimes I'd turn around, sometimes I'd run back to where I had turned from and before I knew it I found myself in what looked like a redlight district in Shibuya.
I loved seeing my first love hotels which are regular hotel rooms that you can rent out for either a rest (a few hours with your girlfriend,) or a stay (a whole night with your girlfriend.) The rest option only goes until a certain hour of the night and checkout for the stay option is the following afternoon. The reason they are called love hotels is because you can rent them for a shorter amount of time than you could a regular hotel and those hours are spent making love. I couldn't help but drool over all the hostess bars, what seemed like strip clubs, porn shops, Japanese school girls in really short miniskirts, nightclubs, bars, sleazy food places and head shops. I curiously wandered into a few head shops because from outside I saw that they had some stoned looking Japanese girls working and when I entered the first of the shops found out something crazy, it's legal to sell hallucinogenic mushrooms in Japan.
I left the cluster of love hotels and redlight perks and began to follow the crowds of people who seemed to all be going in the same direction. I realized that the space between buildings really began to open up and after about five minutes of walking I was in front of a crowd of a million people swarming the sidewalks outside of the other exit of Shibuya station where I should have previously left. I was in total amazement, it was like New York's time square multiplied by a thousand. I could hear Japanese POP music playing off the towering monitors attached to the surrounding buildings and stood literally stunned as I watched previews of unreleased video games while everyone else continued to swarm the streets and sidewalks.
After watching the monitors, what felt like thirty minutes of looking at everything around me, smelling all the new smells, tasting the new air and thoughts of there being more to see, I started losing my mind. I tried to maintain a calm appearance, I tried my best, I adjusted myself accordingly and knew it was time to fuck some Japanese girls. I began to walk towards the infamous ko-gal area, for those who don't know ko-gals are a social clique of Japanese girls who seem to mimic sorority girls' fake blonde hair, fake tans, more than often have fake noses, cosmetic dental work or other adjustments to their bodies to make their appearance seem more American.
I saw a large plastic McDonald's French fries, figured it was close enough to dinner time and entered the restaurant which was in what seemed like the center of the whole ko-gal area. I ordered food, waited for a few minutes and then once it was finished being made I walked up the flights of stairs until I reached the top floor to get a good seat next to one of the windows. I was stunned once again, paralyzed with shock as I realized that the majority of people on the top floor were all ko-gals, each one of them, a perfect tan, beautiful blonde hair and yes, miniskirts. I took a deep breath and with steps that resembled those of a failed sobriety test made my way over to a counter and large panel windows overlooking the streets of Tokyo.
I sat down and began to realize how much cigarette smoke was in the room, at times during my meal I would let it's suffocating thickness into my lungs and the choking made me realize that this wasn't all a dream. I was eating chicken mcnuggets in a room filled with tan as fuck Japanese girls' asses.
I mean, being in a room full of beautiful girls was manageable, but when I realized that each one of those Japanese girls were staring, smiling, winking and sending signals to me each time my eyes had crossed over their seating section in the room like a ball park wave? I had no control. People had told me my whole life that Japanese girls would worship the ground I walk if I flew to Tokyo, and it was true. I felt a nervous sense of relief as I finished eating, got up off my stool, approached the trash cans and watched and listened as every chair and spinal cord had shifted almost instantaneously in order to see where I was going. After disposing my garbage, I made my way back to the stairwell and while walking down it I heard cries echoing down to me. "Kawaiiii," one girl cried out to me. "Kakkoiiii," another Japanese girl's voice cried out as if it'd bring me back. I made my way towards the second floor, then out of McDonalds and back out on the streets.
After leaving McDonalds I made my way back to the redlight district and once I got there I realized that there were tons of brightly lit yellow Pacman neon signs all above the walk ways leading into the redlight district since nightfall and I stopped to stare up at one. I began to laugh at the sign when suddenly I heard a girl's voice call out to me, "sumimasen! Sumimasen!" I turned to my right and watched as five fine ass Japanese girls approached me.
"Yo, whassup, what's your names?" I asked the Japanese girls as they all went crazy. After they talked amongst each other in Japanese, one of the girls said her name was Ina and asked if I liked hiphop in really bad English. I was like, "yea, I love hiphop," and they all began to go crazy again while Ina explained to the other girls what she thought I said. I stood laughing quietly while watching the girls, now distanced, in a sport-like huddle, it broke and when it did they came back and Ina asked, "can you go... to crub, crub with me?" And I was like "what like drink at a club? Yea," I said while figuring out the girls. And I nodded my head to the other girls. After that I had two Japanese girls on one side, three Japanese girls on the other side of me and Ina explained, "ret's go."
I walked under a few of the Pacman signs in the redlight district until I returned to the area of about five or six different nightclubs, love hotels and convenience stores. I was then led by the Japanese girls through the crowded area to one of the nightclubs called Club Asia P, I had seen Club Asia earlier and figured Club Asia P had something to do with that club. When we arrived inside, one of the girls pulled what looked like invites out of her purse and gave one to each of us, I didn't know what was going on and Ina brought me over to the front of the girls, took my hands and located them, with invite, so that they'd be presenting the invite to the guest manager and asked, "have 1,000 yen?" I nodded, after handing my invite to the manager, I took out 1,000 yen, which is about seven dollars and handed that to the guest manager too. Soon after I realized that since I had an invite to the event I had skipped the 3,500 yen regular door fee and got a drink token worth 500 yen!
After that the girls and I walked further into the dark club, I looked around the club as I was escorted to a table where, after sitting down, had the five fine ass Japanese girls staring at me and Ina began to act as a translator to some of her friends' questions. After several trips to and from the bar with the girls, the Japanese MCs who were rapping finished their performance and a Japanese DJ started playing break beats. I was all feeling the music, you know what I'm saying? And was all like, "oh this is a good beat right here." And Ina asked, "do you... breakdance?" And I was all thinking this had to be candid camera or something, you know what I'm saying? I meet all these fuckable a hundred times over Japanese girls, they invite me to a hiphop event and then ask me if I could breakdance? I didn't even respond to the question, took all the change out of my pockets, adjusted my belt so my pants weren't hanging off my ass anymore, tied my shoes and made my way to the dance floor. I looked around at the club's design again and I really liked it, it was a small venue and the tables, bar, everything was facing the dance floor on a platform design. I then noticed that there were tons of other people on the left and center side while we had been on the right, though not a single person was on the dance floor yet as if they were all waiting for me.
I stood on the last step leading down to the dance floor and waited for a different beat because I wasn't going to jump into something that had already been played out. It seemed like I didn't wait long until I approached the center of the dance floor being looked over by everyone in the club, I then paced the ground for about five seconds until the beat came around and I started to throw down and finish every single crowd pleaser I knew. I didn't make a single mistake in every move and I finished it off with my signature crooked shoulder stall. Everyone in the club yelled and screamed while I continued to hold it perfectly in place until the DJ dropped the song perfectly for me to walk out on.
I approached my table and it seemed as if half of the other girls in the nightclub had made their way to my table amongst the girls who had brought me there, most likely to question who I was and where they found me. I was pretty heated up at that point, Ina had been drawing a lot of attention to herself, removing her jacket and revealing her body which was perfect in every way, so what did I do? I asked one of her friends if she wanted to go to the bar and I left the table with just her (Ina's friend) and we ordered drinks. I ordered a screwdriver and I insisted that the bartender make 3/4 of the glass vodka while I lifted my hands showing I kept needing more and after he finished pouring mine and the girl's drink, he took a shot glass, filled it with tequila and yelled out "kompai!" Which means, "cheers!" He took his shot, the girl sipped on her drink and I began to chug away at the cup of vodka like a person dying of thirst. They both, after noticing what I was doing started yelling, "ikki! ikki!" I finished my drink and soon after stumbled back to the table with the girl who had joined me at the bar.
I was getting fucked up from drinking so like I just chilled, right? Looking around wondering why the party I expected to see at my table had left to the dance floor and it was just Ina, the girl who joined me at the bar and me. Ina then started yelling at her friend in Japanese which I couldn't understand but I knew it was some shit about her needing to leave cause she all stood up, turned her back and started walking to the dance floor. I sat there looking out towards the dance floor, like what the fuck ever, wondering why bitches had to leave my table when suddenly Ina leaned over, pressing her body against me and whispered about wanting to be my girlfriend.
12/06/01 - Money laundering
It was a Thursday morning, I woke up at a Japanese girl named Saori's apartment. I stretched, yawned and reached for a blanket while this girl I had fucked was waking up too. I stretched my arm to grab a blanket and my clutched hand brought back a towel which reminded me of how much of a mess we made the previous night and present morning. I laughed the second she left to take a shower and then sat up to stretch my legs off the side of her bed. My eyes looked around the room, to my right the glass door leading to the balcony was incredibly fogged up due to the heat we had brought the room to. To the front of me a medium sized tv played one of the many Japanese game shows that were on, to my left I noticed my video camera's lens gathering dust and then behind my camera, next to the bedroom door, I noticed my clothes piled up, good idea, seeming how messy things got.
I then watched part of a Japanese game show while I stood up to stretch, after that I gathered my clothes and began to put them back on. I had boxers, a pair of Ralph Lauren jeans, a red Osiris shirt, socks and a cap which I then dressed in, though something was missing, a white Osiris shirt that I had worn below the red one, where had it gone? I laughed to see a sleeve peeking out of the blankets/covers on the bed, I walked over and pulled it out from the blankets so that I could examine it, to no surprise it had gained several bodily fluids including blood. I had somehow forgotten to throw that shirt across the room with the rest of my clothes so then, after realizing that I most likely wasn’t going to ever wear it again, I began to strategically fold up the shirt so that none of the embarrassing stains could be seen. I decided then that I was going to leave with the shirt so that I could properly dispose of it elsewhere and so a few hours later I left, the Japanese girl walked with me to the train station where we kissed, said our good-byes and I got on the train to get back to my place.
If you ever get the chance to ride the JR train in Tokyo you'll figure that the best place to sit is at the end of a row of seats, against the rail so that you can sleep until you arrive at your destination, though I kept my eyes open, didn't sleep, just rested against it. It also seems that heaters are placed below and above certain seats to spread heat throughout the train and I had at that point seemed to be sitting above one. The heat which came from the small heater was quite intense as I found it to warm my pants almost to the point of feeling like they were being burnt and the white Osiris brand t-shirt which I held, still folded so that nobody could see any of the stains seemed to have had attracted the heat aswell. It was a full train, I was unable to move at all from my position above the heater and after about ten minutes the crowded train seemed to smell differently, it was unbelievable, it seemed as if the ass blood, pussy, jizz, urine and everything all began to somehow, like the shirt, you know what I'm saying? The train cart was smelling more and more like a honeymoon suite!
I know you are probably wondering, "why did you keep the shirt that whole time?" The thing is, Japan is like the cleanest place, I swear they sort their trash, if I would have thrown it away into one of Saori Akiyama's little trash bins in her room or wherever she would have found it for sure. The shirt was disgusting. I wanted to get rid of it but there wasn't a single public trash can that I knew of before arriving at my train station. Once I arrived in Hachioji, I threw the shirt into the miscellaneous trash, I'm telling you, that Osiris shirt was so bad I, after throwing it away, had to find a bathroom in the train station to wash my hands. If you don't think it could have turned out to be any funnier of a story I think it was like two nights later, while I was at my station waiting for a train to Shinjuku, I noticed three homeless Japanese people sorting through the same miscellaneous trash bin. I wouldn't be surprised if, in the future, I see a homeless Japanese person wearing a Osiris shirt with big splatter marks on it.
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