The bassist and I were hauled off to prison last night and were interrogated for hours. Apparantly the bike I was riding was stolen, and riding stolen bikes is a big no-no. Luckily I ad a few excuses of WHY I was riding a bicycle -- re: pachinko and construction works.
But I got my mug-shot taken and my fingerprints scanned and now there's lost of info about me tucked away in the police technology.
They kept me there, in this little room. The interrogation room is quite like how I imagined it would be -- simple, a table, a few chairs. Dirty floors and questions flying at me with alarm.
Luckily, at the time, I had no idea how to speak Japanese. It all came ack to me when we left the building.
Dude, you're a rockstar!
Posted by: Clifford's Mojo at October 14, 2007 10:25 AMYeah, and Rotten Ronnies was our first taste of freedom!
Posted by: m at October 15, 2007 2:37 AM