So it had been a long time, but he came back tonight. This time my door was locked in two places.
After the first doorbell I put some film in the wash and then walked down the hall to click on the entry-way light. Looked through the little peep-hole and saw him. I knew he could see the glow through the smoked glass window in my front door but I just flicked off the light and let that be my answer to him. He knew I was home.
Maybe I should have turned on the TV and cranked up NHK real loud. He’d be all hearing proper Japanese spoken mad-loud from my single channel speakers, detailing the life cycle of the hummingbird or about great train rides in Finland. He would just have to have imagined the prim night news announcers bowing to me before they speak and he needs to deal with the fact that I would be enjoying those televised bows FOR FREE.
I feel zero pity.
Six doorbells and 5 minutes later, I guess he left.
The next time you are on the Chiyoda subway line and have some free time, get off at Nezu statuion and exit from Exit no. 2 and go right until you hit the intersection (it is about 5 meters from the exit).
You’ll see this sign.
Turn right and walk about 10 meters more to the door of one of my favorite little bookshops in Tokyo: Oyoyoshorin
They have a decent, quirky selection of just about anything, and their photography books are priced quite well. I usually walk out with something interesting that cost less than it would most anywhere else.
You can see where it is thanks to a Google Map. Do you see the white and orange cars right in the middle of the picture? Oyoyoshorin is in the building that the white car is next to. Stop on by sometime.
Lincoln, Nebraska, Feb. 14 2004
I took this on Valentine’s day in Nick’s old apartment in Lincoln back in 2004. I think it was late at night- Maybe even early the 15th. But maybe not. I don’t know.
Nobu has a baseball bat and wooden sword in his hands, while Tsubasa on the couch has a beer and a Desert Eagle. But this was Lincoln and not Tulsa so even if there is indeed a large Israeli-made combat handgun in the picture, nothing came of it. In reality the gun was just passed from person to person with the trigger lock done tight.
Maybe the picture implies a different story or makes people want to make some dumb and over-general comment about the state of young people.
In the end it is just a photograph.
