Image credit: Masao. Thanks, Kishi!
I can’t tell you exactly what happened over the next 48 hours. I have a general idea of how things unfolded, but the details are sketchy. Unemployed and now homeless, I wandered back over to Azemichi, where some quantity of alcohol was consumed.
From what people tell me, there was apparently some kind of incident at Dick’s Pachinko afterward.
There was yelling, and by the time it was all over, I somehow found myself in possession of a shamisen.
Also, I’m apparently banned for life.
Back at Azemichi — that’s today’s third visit, if you want to be a jerk about it — I managed to talk Chad into plugging in the karaoke machine.
(He later told me that he would never let that happen again.)
I found my groove soon enough, though. Something about this song always gets me a little weepy. Chad says that tears rolled down my face as I sung it for the third time in a row.
I tried to launch into an encore of “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” but the audience was having none of it. Things got a little rough.
And then it all took a strange turn.