02 February 2005


Me and my sister had this great conversation about how I wanted to die from a long illness rather than suddenly in a boating accident namely because I didn't want my last words to be, "Oh shit." Like I told my sister, I think God might, upon my appearance before him, look at me skeptically and say something to me like, "'Oh shit'?"

Last night, because it's been snowing since January 8th and the Japanese don't plow their roads and I was in a hurry, I lost control of my car out on this little road in Kameda. Luckily, as I slid into the oncoming lane, everyone saw me and stopped. And I continued, happily on my way.

But last night, it would have been, "Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit."

The new Catch is so hot. It's hotter than most everything I've seen in the last 22 years of my life.