Osaka, Japan,
Late night. A little drunk, very jetlagged. Very nice to sit in a dark third-story bar called Ganja with I am I, the proprieter, and four new friends, feeding me glowing compliments and saying how strange it is that Japanese women are so taken with these asshole American men. Sadly, I am kind and compassionate. I am also tired. Japan is an extraordinary place, and I think I will understand why people come for a visit and decide to remain indefinitely.

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