11/09/02 - 15 minutes of fame
I don't know, I don't even want to think about how I managed to do it, how fate dragged me around Tokyo by
my eyelids showing me once again how anything can happen. It all started the third day I was in Tokyo
on November 9th around 12:30 at night. I had just finished being filmed in Shinjuku by a Japanese camera crew in front of the Milano theater in the Kabuki-cho red-light district and I wanted to check out an
event in Shibuya which I had been previously put on the guest list. I arrived at the club, gave my name
and went inside to go locate people I knew and show them the footage I got of the crew filming me. I stretched out of exhaustion and with a grin went to check out the dance floor, though once I opened the door and left the lounge
I realized that the venue was alot smaller than I had imagined. I was immediately seen and approached by some
of the people I knew and followed them to the bar where it was free drinks time for me, the first drink
like most of the time was a screwdriver which I chugged as quick as I had another
paid for and in front of me. I continued to grin and in wait, stared around the room, wondering what besides free
drinks and second hand smoke did this all have to offer me.
I noticed three Japanese girls watching me from a table. I finished my drink, got another paid for and approached
their table. "You skateboardo? My boyfriend does good riding skate!" One of the girls explained to me in broken English. "Bye bye boyfriend," another girl added. After a half hour of puzzling conversation and the girls not looking like they had very much money, I saw no real benefit and left their table. I then walked over, opened the door to the staff/VIP room, found my backpack and started to dig through it for my video camera. While doing so I noticed
next to me, sitting on a couch with her eyes closed was a fucking fine ass Japanese girl. I was all, "fuck!" Out loud which seemed to startle her out of what had seemed like a state of unconsciousness. As the vibrations from the nightclub hummed
the walls like a bed that accepts 100yen coins she, with her eyes opened, looked at me. "Daijobu desuka" I asked. "Yeah, I just drank too much." She said. Then I was all, "oh you speak English for real?"
And she was like "yea," while smiling.
So we got to talking, you know what I'm saying? It was perfect, "like something out of a movie," which I told her and she agreed wholeheartedly. After talking with her for about an hour she was all, "it's great to meet
someone like you in Tokyo." She then took out what looked like a business card, a pen, wrote something on the card and gave it to me. I looked at it, "I wrote my private phone number below the numbers listed," she explained. "You work for MTV in Japan?" I asked. It seemed so funny, I sat there thinking about it
while she talked about how she'd be available next weekend and if I wanted to see her then
it could happen. And that was so like, she was coming on to me, right? And she worked for MTV in Japan and I was all thinking, who was I to even be in the same room as this fine ass Japanese girl, you know what I'm saying?
The door to the VIP room opened, a white kid followed by one of my friends approached us, I stood up from off the couch I had found myself sitting on next to the now, Maki Kayo. "Josh, I almost forgot to introduce you," said my friend. I laughed at the sight of another white kid in the room. "What's news worthy about you?" I asked. He didn't really respond, make eye contact or anything. I shrugged, turned to Maki, told her I'd be calling her "from a koshu denwa later," smiled and left the room. I made my way back to the bar, got a drink, went over to the lounge which was playing house music and passed out, mostly from exhaustion. I woke up around 5:00 in the morning in the club, got up, the girl who worked for MTV in Japan was nowhere to be seen so I helped the people I knew clean the place up. After that I left, got on the morning train while the sun was rising, got to my place and slept until the setting sun.
I spent the following two nights eating really good food and sleeping with different Japanese girls. But for what reason? On Tuesday I came to the conclusion that the girl I had met who worked for MTVJ was the basket I wanted to put all my eggs in and so I sent an e-mail to the address on her business card. But that's when everything I could have imagined possibly go wrong, went wrong.
She wrote me back and in her response told me that people she knew "were telling ," her "to not see," me. She was brief, saying things like, "they said you fly to Tokyo to film sex with Japanese girls and also use girls for money." I sat at the computer of a Japanese girl I, no more than two hours ago, filmed myself having sex with and laughed at the idea of people trying to take what's rightfully mine. After that I got down to business and flipped the script like, "Oh girl, you are so fine, when I was with you at the club, remember? You wanted me. I know you wanted me." And after sending that e-mail, she responded by saying yes, she wanted to see me on Friday, "even though my friends told me not to." We decided to meet up at Hachiko in Shibuya and go out to dinner, so on Friday I arrived at Hachiko wearing a Phat Farm $300.00 velour set with a matching Rocawear
velour visor. Maki showed up soon after in designer lines, looking even more fine than she did at the club, but check it, she was all on her cellphone and shit. I was like, "bitch please, do you not see what I'm wearing?" While thinking I should just walk off the set if she was going to play that role, but she finished and we left together. I felt really hungry for some reason so I suggested that we go to a place called First Kitchen, she was all, "First Kitchen? That's a hamburger place!" Like she was expecting escargot, caviar and champagne, but I wasen't going to spend a single yen on this girl no matter who she, or how fine her ass, was, you know what I'm saying? "Well, how about TGIfridays?" She asked. "They've got those crazy drinks, right?" I asked. "Yea." She said. So I was all, "fine," after noticing change in her attitude and how she seemed to be keeping her distance from me.
We arrived at TGIfridays and thankfully were given a table close to the bar. We ordered, got our drinks and I don`t have a clue in the world how it happened but a girl that Maki worked with at MTV showed up and the three of us got into
a deep conversation about life, love and being alive. What seemed like a rehearsed play, turned out to really loosen up the girls who worked for MTV's defenses and even deny what people had told them about me. "I don`t know
why they talked so much shit about you, you are so sweet." One of the girls said. "They must be jealous or something." The other noted. After hearing that I was all like, "who are these people?" And Maki was all, "on Saturday night," when I met her the other white kid, "Nick Botner came into the VIP room and told," her, "don't talk to him, Chris knows him." So Maki Kayo, the girl who worked for MTV knew this other kid named, Chris Anderson, who, after leaving the club she asked if he knew who I was and he told Maki, "yeah, Josh goes to Tokyo to film himself having sex with Japanese girls, he takes advantage of the girls he sleeps with and their money." So I was all, "what? Chris Anderson? He runs that photokyo website, right?" And Maki was like, "yeah, well, I don't know why he'd say what he said about you." I shrugged, explained to Maki that Chris was probably just jealous and how I had started a website in 2001 that had photos and videos of Japanese girls to promote a clothing company. "But I'm not a player." I told the two girls.
After that it was like, the girls were so into me, you know what I'm saying? So we stayed at TGIfridays
until they closed at 3:00 AM, after that we went to Shibuya's west exit and took a taxi to Roppongi to catch the
end of a club. The girls said that they were going to meet up with some friends and invited me to take a turn with them. I got out
of the taxi with the girls once it had arrived in Roppongi and we walked over to a nightclub there called Vertu Shka.
Once we got in the club the girls directed me to a lush circular table which seated about ten people, where their friends were at having drinks. The girls introduced me to everyone at the table, the majority of the people at our table seemed like television personalities and actresses. I felt fortunate to have been wearing my $300 dollar Phat Farm velour matching set and Rocawear visor because everyone's eyes were on me and so like, I was all thinking, I need to show all these people they don't call me Josh Sehrer for nothing!
I excused myself from the table, said I was "going to the dance floor," and with my drink went to see what it was all about. Once I got to the dance floor it was just the way I like it, clean enough to eat off and nobody was on it. After checking out the space I had, I knew there was other dancers in the club judging from the hip hop they were playing, so I figured all I had to do was set it off to get the party hopping, you know what I'm saying? It was like perfect timing too, after about two minutes of being on the floor this harsh beat started going and my body was like, "yea mother fucker! Yea!" I had been drinking you know, at TGIfridays for like 5 hours, but fuck it, the beat since it was all tough made me feel like I owned the entire building. After finishing a routine I posed and walked away right when the beat changed, I looked around the club and saw that everyone had been watching me, my table was out of their seats, I noticed some jaw dropping tan ass kogyaru girls with their jaws dropped, you know what I'm saying? And it was all fun and games after that, the dancers and even people who couldn't dance showed up like ants. Everyone in the club was having a great time, especially me and it's like, what could be better? At about 5:00 in the morning everyone decided that they were going to go and party at a house which I was invited to. I hopped
in like one of the three or four cabs, I didn't know anyone in the cab I was in personally, we soon after showed up to what looked like a multi-million dollar house, went in, everyone was smoking, drinking, playing Playstation 2 and getting fucked up. Around 9:00 in the morning Maki's friend and I, both exhausted, decided we were going to leave the party together, we left, then her and I walked to a station that I think took us to Shinagawa station, I was really fucked up and all I remember is being on a train platform and then the next thing I knew I woke up in my bed like, "what the fuck just happened?"
As the week passed I focused on being filmed for my 2002 DVD and skateboarding in Tokyo. I wanted to take a break from all the partying, you know what I'm saying? But in the middle of making my new video I got an e-mail from the girl who worked for MTVJ about how her and her boyfriend, who I didn't even know she had, were having trouble. After sending her my carbon copied sympathy she responded with an offer to go out with her that following Friday and added, "whatever you want to do with me is fine."
With the offer in mind, I found myself in Shinjuku, Tokyo, on Friday night waiting for her. It was supposedly the coldest day and night in Tokyo and I for whatever reason was wearing shorts. I arrived twenty minutes early and when time came for her and I to meet she was nowhere to be seen. Twenty minutes later she showed up to where I was, apologizing, excusing herself with the fact I don't use cellphones in Tokyo and how all I said was that I'd, "be near the movie posters in Shinjuku." I continued to lean against cold railing while she explained to me, "anything you want..." Over and over again. After laughter, we went around Shinjuku, had a rather quiet dinner, after that she suggested we take a taxi to Shibuya and that's when I could really feel her coming on to me. While in the taxi I told her how, "great it was to spend time with," her, "how perfect," she is and as I held one of her hands in mine she kissed me on the cheek. I ignored her move, we, soon after, arrived at our stop, she paid and we got out of the taxi.
In the middle of a crowded sidewalk in Shibuya I asked if I could hold her, she said, "yes." After having her in my arms, I brought myself away from her which left us staring at each other and after that we kissed. It seemed like I had won at that point, as if it was some sort of contest and after kissing we decided to walk to TGIfridays for drinks. I held her hand as we walked up the stairs leading to the TGIfridays, when we went inside we were greeted by the same
hostess as last time and bought several drinks. I sat in the booth across from her, then like last
time I told her stories about ex-girlfriends, some scary experiences I've had with paranormal phenomena and UFOs. After telling her about being abducted by what others believe to be aliens, which aren't, rather, they are the evolution of mankind, I found myself in rant. "What's funny is, you know, people say they see flying saucers, those are what they use to travel back in time, the sky, you know what I'm saying? Is the only area on Earth that never really changes over time. You have to figure, with time travel? You couldn't just do that grounded, cause you might end up in a bank vault or something." She laughed and said I "should drink more." Several large size beers and strawberry daiquiris later, I was like, "So when I was a kid, I was writing backwards, upside down, words before words, dyslexia like nobody had ever seen before. I remember this one day at school the teacher called for the smartest kid in my class who I had befriended like two years ago and me to go with the principle. Well the principle led us to a class room where people in suits instructed Jordan and I to sit apart, they then handed me a workbook, in it was what looked like blueprints." I continued. "They were all telling me, "this is not a test. Take as much time as you'd like. There are no wrong answers." So I wrote, I told her while moving over to her side of our booth. "And wrote more, like I was adding the missing parts." I said while starting to make out with her. "But I don't know how I knew." I said softly.
We started fondling each other, "Japanese knew they had to attack Pearl Harbor to get to where they are today. And that sense of knowing, knowing what you need to be doing? I've seen it in all the greats. From ancient Egyptians to Dr. Suess." I said while we continued to make out up until 3:00 AM when we found the manager of the Shibuya's TGIfridays standing at our table with a receipt in hand asking us to leave. Once we left out into the street I could barely stand up. I leaned against Maki in hopes she'd take me to another club or house party with famous people in it but instead she led me to a Donkihoti`s junk store, we arrived, found a whole row of lubes, dildos and kind of just stood there until she asked me where I wanted to go. "A love hotel." I said softly. At about 3:45 AM we arrived in the red-light district of Shibuya with the Pacman signs everywhere, it was Friday so most of the hotels were filled but we found one and it had one room left. Right when she touched the menu to purchase the room a couple walked in and Maki laughed at them. I was impressed. To make the night even better Maki Kayo paid for the 12,000 yen room without letting me put money on it.
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