Watching the bats flying around the glow of the all-night gas station below my window.
My orange bicycle. It's been my trusty steed through rain and shine. Mostly rain, these days.
The old ramen shop up the road, run by the guy who always wears galoshes and his daughter who practices her English when she pours us water.
Live shows in Japan. Even for big acts, the spaces are much more intimate.
Uni Qlo. Way better than Old Navy.
Cheap cigarettes. Then again, maybe not.
Capsule hotels and love hotels. The best ways to crash after late night fun with friends in the city. The U.S. is sadly lacking in these options.
My keitai. More like a beloved pet than a simple device, canceling it is like having it put down.
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