A World Cup twisted from its roots
Day 14: From sleepless to speechless
June 14, "Bird", the jazz club/bar at the Mayoko Inn, 2:15 1.m.
I don't know how to tell these lovely people that I missed my hovercraft. In
fact, I don't know how to say anything to them except for arigato
(thanks) and kampai (cheers). It's comical really, I try to tell them
that I'm a writer, and one of the waitresses, Yoshimi, says, "I understand, I understand," and pulls out her Zippo and lights my cigar. She points at it
-- "Righter. Yes?" ...
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