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About Sapporo

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Lou, called her “Lulu the Loose.” Not proud, but kids were cruel. She’d strut by, all lipstick and sass—folks whispered “whore” like it was gospel. Made me mad, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who’re we judgin’? She was tough, survived more’n us. Kinda like Saul, diggin’ graves, holdin’ onto somethin’ human. “I must take care of it,” he says—haunted me, that line. Lulu, she took care of herself, too.

Masaaki Yuasa’s Best Works (Ranked)

Yuasa-Exide (acid pop), The Thirsty Giants (punk), Pleasure Cube (noise pop) at Cloudland pm.

So, we’re vibing, and I’m feeling better. But then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just can’t catch a break! Taro and I duck into this little shop on Kubo Street. It’s packed with all these quirky souvenirs. I’m talking about the weirdest stuff. There’s a cat statue that looks like it’s judging you. I’m like, “Dude, I don’t need this kind of negativity in my life!”

The birthplace of Japanese soy sauce