One quick article before I vamoose for Japan: Devil’s Crush, which combines the age-old teenage traditions of skipping class to play pinball and doodling devil imagery on your school book covers. Actually, I did neither, and I didn’t really hang out with the people who did. Which is, I suppose, why Devil’s Crush works so well: Vicarious slackerdom.
My next post will most likely be written at the Hotel Excel in Shibuya. I will think of you all as I sit in a cramped airline seat eating horrible microwaved food.