Fashion magazines that are nothing but people posing with iPods.

Chanting unintelligible words over and over with salary men in a club called Vanilla at 3 a.m. in Roppongi.

Getting kancho'd. (I'll explain later)

Lying flat on your back on the floor of the last train for no other reason than just because YOU CAN.

Awkward karaoke experiences with Italians.

Getting hit on my someone twice your age at an Udon shop in Ueno station.

The guy with the same purple shirt standing in the same place every night, offering the same nomihoudai deal.

7-11 Tofu.

The stupidest music in the world.

That coffee shop guy who always seems just so-damn-friendly.

Not caring that it's that stupidest music in the world, dacing like nothing matters, and having a STUPID good time.

That "Numa" song by that Eastern European band O-Zone.

Drinking a sports drink called "Walkin."

The guy who stands at the bottom of the stairs at Kita-Matsudo and solicits his prostitutes every night of the week, and who has gradually been getting tanner.

Kurotobi Sensei's phenomenally inclusive Air Jordan shoe collection spanning back over a decade.

Sleeping on the floor.

And did I mention the fist-pumping fun with the businessmen at Vanilla? It was like a religious experience.

Anyway.