getting served

Uri: "then the guy on the phone was like,'what size bike should i get to share with my gf. . . i'm 6'3" and she's 5'1".' what an idiot."

Ken: "yeah, thats retarded. you can't share a bike!"

Intern: "you guys all share the shop bike."

Ken and Uri: (silence)

Ken: "damn, you're absolutely right."

a letter to my friends, from japan

dear american friends,

japs have the craziest hair. from typical 'do's, to manga character spikes, white-people blonde locks, 80's GBH leather rocker frizzy style, orange-peroxided black hair, asian boy-band style, strawberry shortcake braids, etc.

i thought i'd get a haircut while i'm over here, but the language barrier and strong probability of my long luxurious locks being transformed into one of the aforementioned makes me think i should wait.

i'm on a tour with mostly older folks. its ok so far. lots of picture taking. my mom drives me crazy on a daily basis. i get my short temper from her. fuck.

today i saw a guy pushing a stroller full of shiba inu puppies. i took a pic for alex. i was the cutest thing i've ever seen. so cute, i wanted to just eat one. yesterday, we went to the tokyo national museum. most intriguing items: samurai swords. why? because they are fucking awesome, thats why. also, because i'd never seen thousand year old ones at a museum. . . . usually they are next to the other bitchin knives at the mall store that also sells paintball guns, sweet black button-up shirts with flame/dice embroidery, and those trippy bob marley posters you look at under a blacklight when you are on weeeeddddd, man. . . . .


love,
ken

advice from a friend

ken: "i'm really excited about this. . . i just hope i don't fuck it up."

melissa: "don't worry, you will."