Show time, the final installation.

It’s show time. Showtime was pretty anti-climatic…but I will try my best to make it worth the read.

 

We’d been waiting on the stairs in front of the Gaijin Ghetto bathrooms (warmest place in the hood) occasionally scaring small children and a meeting some super-skinny Japanese hip-hop dancers (who may have been on Japan’s drug of choice…speed…never understood that) when Ochi came to fetch us. We did a quick foot check (warm but silly socks off, black slippers on) and followed him down the stairs towards the stage area.

 

( Hot house flowers at the funeral...the last part of TBS Japan. )

Show time, the final installation.

It’s show time. Showtime was pretty anti-climatic…but I will try my best to make it worth the read.

 

We’d been waiting on the stairs in front of the Gaijin Ghetto bathrooms (warmest place in the hood) occasionally scaring small children and a meeting some super-skinny Japanese hip-hop dancers (who may have been on Japan’s drug of choice…speed…never understood that) when Ochi came to fetch us. We did a quick foot check (warm but silly socks off, black slippers on) and followed him down the stairs towards the stage area.

 

( Hot house flowers at the funeral...the last part of TBS Japan. )