thevodkadiary

Duke,

I've gotten through 2 1/2 chapters of your book today "The Rum Diary" and I love it more than "Fear and Loathing."  I don't know, maybe it's because I can relate more to traveling and journalisim more than politics and drugs.  Now the progress that I made today surprised me.  I went out and had countless amounts of Super Long Island Iced Teas from T.G.I.F in Machida, Japan last night.  I was binge drinking since I had to work today. Fucking great isn't it?  After drinking those down and passing time with co-workers, I clocked out and headed home on the next train.  On the way to the Michida station I was greeted by "Walking Girls".  I refused as usual, I was not drunk enough to even think that maybe they Were a little attractive.  Because Sweet Jesus! They were more ugly than a back of a fuckin horse's ass. So my cell phone starts going off and I pick up, it's my sister in Sasebo who usually calls me once a day.  I tell her about the story of the ugly call girls I just met in the neon streets of Machida.  "If their voice sounded a little haspy, they might have been drags." She says.  "What?!  Are you serious?  I replied.  "Yes, there has been  a lot that roam around here in Fukuoka recently, and they are all over. They mostly come from Thailand or maybe even China." "You know, you're probally right because I remeber spotting two trans near a train station by my work."  So with that said I walked to another two on the other side of the street who were also butt ugly, and started to talk.  Right away they both waved their hands and said that they don't understand a lick of what I was saying.  And with every word the voices were getting huskier.  "For the records.....Can I ask a question, are you two......men?"  I asked with a grin while pointing at them.  They froze and just looked at me, they knew exactly what I said.....word for word.  "........ummm....yes!" they both said and walked away fast.  During this whole time I had Fumi on the phone and she had heard everything.  "See, I told you!  Becareful you might end up on the wrong end." she says with a laugh.  Then all of a sudden it dawns on me.  Earlier that night as we were joking over a few drinks at the bar. One of my co-workers talked about how he was going to get laid, one way or another.  If he wasn't able to work magic, he would work up a few dollars in the glass streets of machida.  I haven't seen him at all since I left the bar, and I wondered if he stuck to his word.  Will he come to work with a story about how he cough this nice girl walking the glass streets in wee hours of the morning? Or did he get lucky?  If he tells the story of "The best whore money can buy." Well.... I don't think I have the heart to tell him that the first girl he ever had in the exotic east, was really a boy toy.  Talk about the worst $5 I ever spent......sweet jesus!   I managed to get home, pounded some water and was out on my pillow almost as fast as the light bulb went out in my lamp. Sound a sleep, I was out for the count, my friday night was over. Yet I was safe. 

AJO