DearScotty

Saturday night I went to the Pizza of Death concert to see Ken Yokoyama. Could it be the mayo on the pizza that kills people? Well, it was a great show. They have amazing sound systems here, of course it costs you a half hour for each band to do a sound check, but well worth it. I think Japan has a bad translation of PCU going around on DVD. “What’s this? You’re wearing the shirt of the band you’re going to see? Don’t be that guy.” This historic line must’ve been changed to “… Awesome, yes prease be zat guy!” Every single person had a Ken Yokoyama shirt on. I didn’t know what was worse, being the only gaijin or not having the appropriate shirt. Though, I’m sure my Yanni Tee left an impression.

Afterwards I changed back into my snazzy Mormon outfit and joined Tim and Mike on a Jesus Journey in Fukuoka. A few people caught that we were preachers of Jesus, but others were convinced I was a tax collector. Theresa came out in attire as well. She was a Japanese person oblivious to Halloween. I think she nailed the costume. Nothing really exciting happened, well unless you love hip hop from the late 90s being played on repeat all night, or if you like Japanese girls with so much bronze tanner on that they look like women from a lost mud tribe in eastern Mongolia. Highlight of the night? Talking to a Japanese kid about Nofx, Propagandhi, and Dadwagon.

No, she is not dressed for the Holiday.

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