I could feel the awkward pressure against me, his bodily insistence that I move when moving was unnecessary; ample space awaited him in the other direction I discerned with a glance. If this were NY I would’ve thought he was a pickpocket or nutcase…but this is Yokohama, and the mere fact that he was touching [...]
This is my submission for the July 2010 Japan Blog Matsuri hosted by my buddy Moku-chan over at Daigakudeki. Thanks for hosting and good luck! The theme this month was things in Japan that I find to be (chotto chigau) a little different. Hmmm… Everybody always makes Top 10 list but my list will be [...]
Click here for all English version . . . LOCO IN YOKOHAMA by Loco FIRST DRAFT FADE IN TITLE We’re gonna need another chikan! FADE OUT FADE IN INT. SUBWAY CAR-DAY We move through a crowded subway car, every seat filled, every inch of standing room occupied (though not sardine-like), every face: Asian. This [...]
. 日 本語は、ここをクリックしてください。 . . LOCO IN YOKOHAMA by Loco FIRST DRAFT FADE IN TITLE We’re gonna need another chikan! FADE OUT FADE IN INT. SUBWAY CAR-DAY We move through a crowded subway car, every seat filled, every inch of standing room occupied (though not sardine-like), every face: Asian. This crowding is par for the course, judging [...]
This morning, as I passed through the ticket gate, I could hear the train pulling into the station so I sprinted up the endless staircase taking the steps two at a time. By the time I reached the top the passengers had already boarded and as I rushed towards the nearest door the passengers facing my approach liked to [...]
…but I was wrong. She was cute! I’d noticed her before the train had even arrived. She was wearing a mini-skirt, not so short, not so tight, 2-inch pumps and no pantyhose. She was a looker, but no more than the thousand lookers I see everyday here (Yes I still suffer periodically from the so-called [...]
I could feel the awkward pressure against me, his subtle insistence that I move when moving was unnecessary; ample space awaited him in the other direction I discerned with a glance. If this were NY I would’ve thought he was a pickpocket or nutcase…but this is Yokohama, and the mere fact that he was touching me voluntarily was [...]
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