After an uncharacteristic and unusual fuckup with the JR tickets, I finally got to my hotel. I already knew what I wanted my first act in Tokyo to be. First act, that is, after annoying and injuring numerous people dragging my suitcase inconsiderately, running over small mammals, expensive branded shoes etc. I am sorry Tokyo!
Anyway, first stop: ramen, by way of cultural exception. In Japan, cows were made to be eaten and women to be worshipped (If you read that wrong, or imagined a "vice-versa", that is entirely your fault). I kid you, there is a foot-and-mouth outbreak, and I do not mean my dismal approaches to women. Japan has never gotten to terms with cows - mad cow, foot-and-mouth etc etc. This must be troubling for a people who make everything work so well and look so good.
Anyway, first stop: ramen, by way of cultural exception. In Japan, cows were made to be eaten and women to be worshipped (If you read that wrong, or imagined a "vice-versa", that is entirely your fault). I kid you, there is a foot-and-mouth outbreak, and I do not mean my dismal approaches to women. Japan has never gotten to terms with cows - mad cow, foot-and-mouth etc etc. This must be troubling for a people who make everything work so well and look so good.
My hell will be full of fatty lamb with hot pokers and cuddly pigs with whips. Sigh.
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