The 8-ball clock at Bill’s Bar shines a soothing light over all who enter. Chris found it at a second hand store when he was redoing the bar a couple years ago and knew it would be perfect for the new look he had in mind. In retrospect – props, man.

Taro officially ranked out at around 4 in the morning even after promising to make it out all night. In anticipation, I created ballpoint-on-napkin art in honor of his whippedness. Then I set fire to it on an ashtray which is what I captured here. Reminds me of the Pearl Jam song “Jeremy” for some reason.

A psychedelic tin of candy drops as seen through my eyes after downing a Spirytus shotgun. 192 proof, baby.

At Bill’s Bar. I kinda went aggro with this keitai camera and took pictures semi-continuously for a few hours, recharging the phone in short bursts when necessary (BTW this is a good way to wear out a rechargeable battery).

This is artwork on the top of a plastic jar lid for an old brand of mango chutney. My aunt in Kyoto gave it to me filled with curry from their shop, which is located next to Nijo Castle.

A warning label on one of the automated machines at the factory I visited the other day.

This baby monkey is being held in a stanky, stanky metal cage with some fully-grown family members who steal food from it and make it cry. Life really sucks sometimes. Then again, it is entirely possible that these conditions bother me more than the monkey…

Some type of fertility doll, I think. Nazo, nazo.

Me like raccoon-dogs.

GREAT EMOTIONAL DISTRESS