June 22nd, 2006


Shinjuku After 2 AM.

Just passing the time until the trains open again at 4:30-ish. At this time of night/day in Shinjuku, all I've seen are Nigerians, man hostesses, terrifying transvestites, and sleeping old people.

Man hostesses seem to make up the majority of the walking awake at Shinjuku. With their bleached anime hair, plucked eyebrows, and black suits, they approach any girl they see in the hopes of servicing them for money. I can honestly say I've never been anywhere else on this planet where I've seen so many he-whores congregating in throngs under bright neon lights, trying to woo female customers for love and attention.

As for the transvestites, I'm not exaggerating. They're fucking terrifying. They're guys wearing exaggerated women's makeup - like transvestites everywhere else - except they look like they're looking for drunk people to gut and masturbate with their internal organs. This one lady-guy had glasses drawn on his face. Another had his face painted entirely white, a blonde wig, and smeared blood-red lipstick all over his mouth.

The old sleeping people are scattered all over the place like dead plague victims. I was in the basement of a McDonalds and they were sleeping on the tables. Occasionally one would briefly wake up with this ugly grimace on his face, look around, and fall back asleep again.

Over the past couple of nights, I've spent a surprisingly significant amount of time conversing with Nigerians. You'll see them all over Roppongi and Shinjuku, promising "pretty topless girls" and "free bar no cover charge." I can't figure out why it's Nigerians versus huge suit-wearing guys from other African nations. Perhaps there's a connection to all the emails I used to get from Nigerians telling me I'd inherited money from a dead relative in their country.


Next stop, LA.

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