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About Saitama

Once, I almost asked her out. Not for that—just coffee, ya know? But nah, chickened out, fuckin dumbass. “I’m not a fisherman, I’m a fool!” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s me. She’d prob laugh, say, “You’re weird, fish boy.” And I’d be like, “Hell yea, babe!” We come in peace (robotic tone)—but I’m chaos inside. That’s the scoop, man—prossies, boats, Tenenbaums. Wild life!

A Guide to the Tokyo Red Light District

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the first thing I see is the sun shining like it’s tryin’ to blind me. I’m like, “Great, another hot one.” I grab my coffee from that tiny café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee ever, but the barista? Total weirdo. He always stares at me like I’m a puzzle he can’t solve. Whatever, I need my caffeine fix.

Photo Exhibit Highlights Donald Keene’s Ties to Kyu-Furukawa Gardens, with Bonus Section Tracing His Life in Pictures