It Doesn't Get Any More Random Than This, Folks.

So my bosses kindly hosted a Sunday barbecue at their house for the newest staff. It was fun to eat good for a change--American style barbecue--but it was a Sunday after all and you know us Americans ain't really down for all that. I'll see you on Monday, Boss!
Peace!! And oh yeah...Thanks fo' dem ribs!!



Jorge in his second natural habitat--the first being Troppicoco's, the Mexican bar.


The humidity here is so incredible, that you have to hang your futon outside so that it doesn't get bugs. Fun.
By the way, there are vending machines everywhere in Japan. And along the sidewalks are long continous ditches which water flows through to irrigate the rice and other crops--which are planted in every neighborhood lot

practically.

Arm's Hair? Don't know what this business is exactly. It's on our block, that's all I know. I hope it's not a hair salon.



DON'T SLEEP on the 100 Yen Shop--Japan's equivalent to the Dollar store. They are a force to be reckoned with. Any place where you can get a mop for a dollar practically? Pots? Pans? I'm in there!!!





High school students on their way from school.