Shinjuku: Where your senses come to die.
--Speaking of death, one night we hit this Shibuya bar called the Ruby Room. After a couple of rounds, the bartender asked us if we'd ever had a shot of "Spirit." We said "no." So she offered to pour us a round, free. At first I thought it was because she liked us. But then I immediately realized it was out of amusement and hatred. She clearly wanted to see us in extreme agony and derive pleasure from this. I've had Everclear, 151 and absinthe, and this was hands-down the most disgusting liquid I've ever drank. Rubbing alcohol could be a chaser for this venom.
--Our she-demon bartender and the Polish Poison, Spirit or Spirytus. The reason they named it Spirit is because it devours your soul. 96-fucking-percent alcohol, which means it's 192 proof. Everclear is 190 proof. My liver actually shit itself just by looking at the bottle's picture.
--Several hours later, we're still feeling it. These pics were taken at Don Quixote, a 24-hour megastore which sells everything you can think of, and everything you couldn't possibly comprehend with a logical mind. It is Tokyu Hands on crystal meth. If you're not familiar with Tokyu Hands, then it's your mom on crystal meth.
--This is one example of something you'd find in Don Quixote. A congratulatory bazooka for geishas.
--This photo wasn't taken at Don Quixote, but at Kiddy Land, which is a famous toy store on Omotesando. I cannot think of a better play thing for children than a plastic healing stick of charcoal that makes "good sound" when you push it. After all, it's endorsed by both Buddha and an angry samurai.
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