The train was packed this morning. The space is filled, summer is over. Folks have returned from vacation, kids going back to school. It is gray and raining but the faces I saw are still tanned. There are new clothes, bright and crisp. My only complaint is that some of the perfume and hair product that came in my vicinity was enough to knock a buzzard off a shitwagon.
Otherwise, welcome back, World.
A Buzzard off a shitwagon. Classic. Alex, I check in with you multiple times during the day and I am never disappointed. Thanks for your excellent work. I'd like to think it's easy and that I could do it but I know it's not, and I can't.
When I was visiting LA at the end of August both my daughter and I noticed how strong some Americans wear their perfume compared to most Japanese.
Tokyo is tight-ass quarters almost everywhere you go. I mean elbow to armpit. Rarely do I smell strong perfume or strong body odor. Of course, when I do, I can't help but note it and remember it.
1) Hey! Thanks for coming by so often, that means a ton. I love doing the blog. It's a ton of work for sure, and some days I wake up not knowing what's going up, what we'll talk about, but that's part of the fun, cause we always come up with something. Fortunately, I'm lucky to have some really good people helping out. Couldn't do it without them. Bruce and William every week, Diane and Emma when they can, and man, Jon and Hank's recaps lately have just been out of sight.