kit kittredge is stalking me

i woke up at 530 this morning to start what turned into a 9 hour journey to tokyo. after a taxi, a train, a plane, [some chilled soba noodles and a large sapporo], a bus, and a taxi, i finally made it. its really cool to be comfortable here and to know where to tell the taxi driver to go and have somewhat of a clue. i did at one point show him the address in english but i cant believe that actually helped.

during the flight [nwa 12] i listened to this playlist i made of the most listened to songs on my computer. i bet you cant guess numero uno. anyway im sitting in the window exit row [bitches!] and i decide to watch the dark knight - which by the way - must have kicked major ass on the imax screen. out of the corner of my eye i see the screen that the rest of the plane is watching and what the fuck comes on but kitt fucking kittredge. the same bitch that drove me crazy on my flight from sfo to hkg. god damn it! fortunately i didnt have to watch [for what would have been the second time, thank you very much] cause i had somehow thought to download movies for the flight. good thinking. that little miss sunshine bitch better not be on any more of my flights or i may flip nuts.

im in my friends office now trying to type on his japanese keyboard. hence the use of brackets and general bad typing. he is dealing with some customers now - he works 7 days a week - so he set me up on the office side. he also turned on the camera in the showroom so i can watch him have his meeting. its awkward, but very awesome. he says i enjoy peeping. there is also a gallery upstairs open 6 days a week that he runs [gallerycosmos.com] which has works for sale now for 3000 yen which is something like $30. good price. the reason i am in tokyo, besides general leisure, is that he is putting on an exhibtion of his fathers work starting this week. hes having a party to kick it off and he invited me. i couldnt say no. everyone will get drunk and nobody will be able to communicate with me. its one thing to be at a halloween party where everyone speaks the same language and you only know 3 people; its another to be in a place where you not only dont know anyone besides the host, but nobody besides him speaks a lick of english. pass the a-sauce, bman!

i have some photos to upload but my phone doesnt get service here so theyll have to wait. the narita airport is really something. so are these gelatonous candies i bought - stef you know what im talking about - theyre delicious, addicting, and deliciously addicting. ill figure out a way to explain better later.

i could have sworn i saw jeff staple on the flight today. im sure hes not reading this and im sure he wasnt on the plane but it was weird. it was also weird when his name came up during my conversation with his majesty himself, the unofficial mayor of hong kong. hot damn! things are happening, im starting to tell.

im sleeping on niiyamas floor tonight on a judo mat. im sure there will be versions of what happens to share. know anyone in tokyo or of anything going on? let a brother know!