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
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