Friday, April 20
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The Onesome Threesome Part I
I never had the time, or was it motivation, to write many anecdotes about my one-year stay in Japan.
I'll start things off with a favourite of mine.
It was 1 am and we just got inside Ageha, the largest club in Asia. For Torontonians, imagine twice the space of the Guvernment et. al., for others, imagine a size so large that having a food court and a swimming pool wouldn't sound ridiculous.
As I said, it was 1 am, and in terms of Tokyo clubbing, it was early. At 1 there was still plenty of room to move, to dance, even to buy drinks. The clubs peak at 2 and this continues until 4. At that point you do not walk down stairs so much as surrender to the flow caused by a forest of bent arms, raised armpits and crushed chests. The air smelt not so much wintery fresh as smokey and whatever hair product the person in front of you used since your face was now grooming it.
You must really take the rocking motion literally as I did not hardly ever make any movements on my own and was just pushed back and forth, one foot back for every two feet forward.
The rocking movement had two players. The people behind were pushing forward, anxious for the promise of new music, flirting and booze and the people in front were pushing back in order to breath and gain balance. Some of the shorter people could very well never have touched ground, lodged between the sweaty bodies.
Sweet justice arrived when those same eager assholes become the desperate front, trying now to ebb the aggressiveness only moments before they were the culprit of.
I remember being forced upon the girl in front, my body tightly spooning her, my face in apology. I can't say I was unhappy. It just so happened, in true great pachinko form, I used the little freedom I had to traject myself away from the spikey haired Anime dudes with bleached orange hair and feathery goatees and towards the smaller cuter jpop girls. I also remember her arm being twisted backwards unnaturally, but with superhuman strength, like that of a mother protecting her child, still clinging to an LV purse. Using a well placed Double Dragon elbow, I saved her arm and her LV child and she shot me a thankful look. I managed a meek smile just before my body was suddenly whipped against hers, with my crotch against her it was sort of difficult to play gentleman.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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