And it continues.

Let us continue where we left off, leaving the porno-theatrical performance and venture forth to a different brand of craziness.

We head out to Ken's girlfriend's bar. She's the owner/operater/mama-san of a hostess bar that only employs the most beautiful women or L's mistresses. Often they're one and the same. Though, this apparently causes scheduling problems, and any two of them can't work there at the same time.

Ken's girlfriend is Aya. She doesn't speak much English, but Ken's been teaching her little by little. The first thing she ever learned was "Fuck you, Asshole," which she pronounces quite well. Her vocabulary expanded from there. Really fun person. So, at the table is L, Cut, Aya, two hostesses named Chika and Rei, and myself. We learn at this point that Ken cannot come due to work.

At this point let me tell you a little about Ken. ken is half american, half japanese, lived all his life in Japan. He's built like a goddamn brick house. He is a massive human being, 115 kilos of pure
muscle. He claims that his job involves collecting electronics and selling them to China. Yeah... that in and of itself is pretty damn shady, but doing this until 1 in the morning? Hmmm...

Regardless, really fun guy, real nice guy, and he has a new passion for mixed martial arts. Apparently, about six months ago, he decided he was going to try to take it up. He's been training for six months. During that training, he has competed in 6 amateur fights and one... I dunno... semi-professional? Anyway, Aya has all his bouts on DVD. She put them on the TV, and we watched them. Every single one was won by knock out. None lasted longer then 30 seconds. I have never seen someone destroy a human being like Ken can. I honestly believe that one of his opponents is now dead. Or crippled. but probably dead. I decided then and there that, though Aya may be one of the hottest women I've met in recent memory, I will under no circumstances even make it appear like I'm hitting on her.

The rest of the night continues as usual when I hang out with the unsavory sort that was present. Lots of dick and sex jokes, more inquires over my masturbation habits then I care to say (or answer), and L shouting pussy about once every two minutes. Somehow I found myself standing on the table singing Eminem's "Lose Yourself" to a wildly cheering crowd. The one girl, Rei, it was discovered loves origami. I thought this was a little weird, and asked if she regularly folds origami. She says every day. I ask her if she could make something for me. Out comes a giant stack of origami papers. For the next 2 hours, Rei says nothing, looks at no one, does nothing but crank out origami after origami. There were mounds of god only knows what strewn all over the table. It was impressive. It was also a little creepy.

As the night starts coming to a close, about 2 am, my two new "brothers" as they insist I call them decide to leave. Since they were my ride, I make to call a taxi, when Aya demands that I allow her to take me home. I see Ken killing people. I decline. She insists. I see flashes of blood on Ken's fist. I decline. She refuses to take no for an answer, takes my hand, takes Rei's hand, and out the bar and into a van we go. I have no idea who this old guy driving the van was. The entire van was outfitted with that shag carpetting. there were no seats in the back. I could tell that this van had gotten a lot of usage, if you know what I mean, and I think you do, you sick bastard. Thankfully/unfortuantely, we arrived at my hotel without incident except for me getting Rei's phone number. Aya informs the driver that this is my stop. The van starts to slow. Aya says to me "get ready." Get ready for what? "You have to jump out." The van slows, does not stop, Aya opens the door, and yells "Go." Fearing the alternative, I leap out of the van and into the relative safety of the front of the hotel.

Rei and Aya wave goodbye from the open door as they speed away.

I tried to call Rei's number the next day. The number is not in service.

I then had various other adventures at this point, involving a toothless convenience store clerk, being tackled by a random college student I don't know, and having three beautiful women threaten to call the police on me. I wish I could completely relate that part of the story but, in all honesty, the drink has made that memory way too hazy...

I go up to my hotel room, intent on calling it a night. I get ready for bed, lie down, about to drift off to sleep. Suddenly, there's a knock on my door. I look at the clock. it's three in the morning.
Confused and a little disturbed, I open the door. Before me is a rather gorgeous girl, probably in her early twenties. She informs me that L sent her.

Now, this could have gone a variety of ways. She makes it known that L sent her over to... you get the idea. I was sleep deprived, very drunk, and very inclined to lay the pipe, as they say, at that particular moment. This girl was indeed beautiful, and really, let's face it, guys like me don't get to have sex with beautiful people unless there's money involved. This was a wonderful opportunity....

I really want to say that I did the right thing, that I brought this girl into my hotel room and rocked her world. I really want to say that I did that. Because I kind of wish I did. But, alas, I was an idiot. I politely informed the girl that I have a girlfriend, and that while I'm not sure about the current state of my relationship, I must decline her offer. She said she understands and left. I went to bed alone. For not fulfilling her duty, that girl is probably dead by now.

The next day, I woke up with the worst hangover of my life and a large amount of bewilderment.