Thursday, December 28
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Brian is here
 My brother Brian is here to visit me. When Tommy was here and while we were waiting in the subway station, for the briefest of seconds, he thought that this advertisement was Brian. So if anyone ever wondered what Brian would have looked like if the mailman was black, here he is.  So far he's been on a shopping tear. I thought Tommy shopped a lot, but I was wrong. I think by now, after three days, he's spent three thousand. I can't blame him though. Japan has a lot of great clothing to buy if you're looking. |
Friday, December 15
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RLD and Yakuza
  When Tommy came to visit we accidently wandered into the Red Light District and accidently took some pictures. I was surprised to see that the pictures of men escorts outnumbered those of women -- not that I'm complaining. Those were some good looking men. I even tried to emulate one of them in the following pictures:    Milling about the escort buildings was the Yakuza. It was the first time I saw them. Although some were unimpressed with what they saw, suited pimp style or loungy tracksuits, I had a chill down my spine as we walked only a few feet beside them. I thought it would be funny if we bounced up to them ganky happy and bellow in our most annoying foreigner voice, "Hey, tracksuit man, can you take our picture for us. Yah, it's easy, just press that one button there. Even a novice could use it." But I sort of value my life. I couldn't even muster a picture. Well, nevertheless, I was surprised to see Yakuza in the Red Light District. I would have thought I'd sooner see them near the Red Cross building or public library. |
Thursday, December 7
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Who are you?
Do you think the guy on the right looks like anyone? He actually doesn't, but we figured that if some Japanese people get excited when they see the elusive white person then they'd cream their pants if they see a black person. We decided if we were Japanese we could mistaken him for either Roy Jones, the Boxer, or DMX.
Being the goofball nutcases that we are, we decided to put our theory to the test and went to a busy train station and pretended that he is Roy Jones.
So we would get him to walk ahead of us while we quickly caught up and acted shocked and surprised, oh my Roy Jones is in Tokyo. Then we would ask people if they would help take our picture while he did a classic boxing pose. I would trail behind, see this, and ask to do the same creating a miniature mob. This was the plan, but how it went down was far different and more realistic:
1. Many people igored us as we flagged down the waves of people crossing the street.
2. They didn't know who Roy Jones was.
3. They didn't care.
3. We didn't speak Japanese so they might have thought we were so surprised to see a black guy that we wanted to take a picture with a black guy instead of a celebrity.
It was fun nevertheless.
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Friday, December 1
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Mirror mirror on the Wall
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