’Thank God! for Japanese culture!! ’, my thinking was as I reached the public toilet, all was quiet and fine, happy and clean, no dirty thing, projections ’now I have the chance!!’ of envy hurt outside the toilet, despite the great hiatus of laughing, good vibrations like everywhere, and here EVERYBODY UNDERSTOOD the deep need of a toilet in some situations.. And I didn’t feel the need everybody else had, would make you necessarily feel ashamed or something.. But sat there taking my time, knowing that my inofficial status as a master, and title of a general in Japan, would keep me safe.. I felt totally safe and able to love every woman, accosting.. And that that would be NO PROBLEM, even if intimacy arose despite moral guidelines to be followed..
As I came to Niza the 10th after the first day in Tokyo, was trying to meet Gracie Abrams, and a fan of her wrote me, but became jealous and wanted me meet me by herself instead, and I took a taxi into the location she proposed, turned out to be a full hit, and all the young girls accosting me extremely wet vagina also here, just like in Copenhagen and Stockholm.. And so I didn’t care about the expense of the taxi anymore, I thought in the taxi home four days later on Saturday, he was a nice driver, fantastic, and did not use me as a tourist, saw past that shit, and didn’t take the highway which made my trip out to the hotel 60 dollars extra (the motorway tolls) and I loved that first trip through the narrow zen built streets of Tokyo, where everything appeared round, so that you were never straight sure about which direction to take. Like it, it was like a floating dream, where even the architecture were built as to expound Zen, so that you came up through the same entrance as you came in, but the way back was just totally different; I went from the café through the tunnel down, then left through another tunnel down, and then right, now I come up here and suddenly I actually see the very same café straight in front of me, (!) and that tunnel should lead to Oeno Park where I was first supposed to meet Gracie, .. hmm..
Strange things can happen. I just don’t get it but love it.
And after a week it suddenly kicked in suddenly, I had been successful indeed, but suddenly the success recoiled upon me so to speak, a usual question just about the way to some young woman which had reached such success so far, not because I tried to accost at all (which anyway happened naturally), but because I came to my destination safely every singly fucking time, nobody fooling me, and that was why my card had been red flagged I guess, a very young girl had guided me right out in the country side, and on the bus she guided me to hop off at the right bus stop, yes, she was even too young to marry, hadn’t reached puberty, but she was obviously attracted to me.. Well, I didn’t do anything undecency, just asked the way, and as usual came to the right station, but my card had been red flagged by the mean bus driver, whom asked me to come forth to his seat and scan the card.. well, I thought as it blinked red later, that I have to take a taxi, only regret was that I had to flee the scene, leaving some very hot young girls giggling uncontrollably, while looking with such desire at me, disappointed, I started walking along the tracks, then took left straight into the slum areas, walking on my feeling Tokyo City was inside that direction somewhere. Got informed by a Japanese in their usual dark blue suit, that it took five hours walking. He looked upon me like this was a crazy idea until I displayed my wish only to walk until the next station only. He pointed out the direction to me after failing to convince me to return to the nearest. As I came some further ahead I saw a taxi parked by the road side, I didn’t hurry even though I knew this might be my chance of survival. As I looked in, I saw that sweet japenese (almost all Japanese are sweet, my experience actually) sleeping soundly leaned back by the wheel.. I thought it too cruel to awake him, so kept on walking, then suddenly the command of enlightenment hit me, and I was baffled.. Well, I awoke the driver whom had been sitting sleeping ( a phenomena you often see on trains, buses, subways, taxis, cafees, parkbenches etc. in Japan, to sleep and go to the toilet is here seen as a natural right, the obvious right of every human (or animal/tree for that part) and nobody bothers you at all about it) (every subway station and park and everything contains several big clean beautiful sound smelling good toilets, where there is always queue and good spirits among people, laughing, discussion among people (male female have separate toilets of course, and special segment for the handicap people) (in the satanical place I grew up in there were no toilets, except some big mall that offered the service for one dollar usually, sometimes a dollar and a half(!) that expensive to even pee, and if you asked a regular café about it, they would deny you, natural needs were seen in Sweden, oddly enough since every single human and animal had such needs, as something dirty to be done in secret ‘at your own apartment’ like everybody were millionaires whom could afford those scarce apartments in the inner city (population of Stockholm 2,3 million, and only three hundred thousand apartments in the inner city, if even so many) (like three hundred thousand little surplus lives in the inner city.. but everybody for their selves as Izzy Young coined it so wisely) it just didn’t add up(!) and if you were sleeping you were either a bastard or crazy and taken to the torture chamber..