With Gusto

Candy and Women

Tonight a dinner at a Chinese restaurant that was shaped like the inside of a dragon -- complete with skeleton; ribs that row lengthwise. To get in I had to assault this gong of a bell with a duct taped mallet three times. Then this faux-demon opened a slot in the door and announced some sort of monologue before fading off in the distance. Then a hostess guided us towards an entry way and seated us down to a round table with smooth, classy jazz playing over the wires.
Decent food, better company. Even better than everything else was the pisser. Surprise! Some giant statue of a man with six arms, two of which are holding this giant Rolling Stones style lip mouth, except there's no tongue, and a wide open mouth. I peed into this. When I started to pee, the giant statue started to wave the mouth back and forth, laughing at my attempts of steady aim. There was this one arm with a camera lodged into it, and the flash kept on going off. Piss stream. Piss stream.
Afterwards beers at the Albatross. Did I mention that my brother Ryan and Joy were there? Yeah, they were. And they were in top form! For example: they had beers on the roof of this shit-hole alleyway bar, and they weren't afraid to drink em.
Kabuki-cho, maybe not even spelled right, for some pissing at the Beatles McDonalds and a wanderin lookin at the hoes and hosts wandering the streets looking for cash. We eventually found Loft Plus One. Which is nearby everything one needs to know about Kabuki-cho.

Keep on riding the storm, for it's these fierce winds that give us the poetry we need to stand by.