PRISON JAPAN / day nine

TUESDAY, MAY 22, 2007 ---- A Fatal Storm.
Anyway, this is how the story started: On Sunday, March 13 I went over to see my friend Cristal Meth and his brother Garnet Mae, who was in Japan for the weekend. Meth lives over in west Tokyo at KICHIJOJI, and we had already spent most of the weekend running amok and drinking and dare I say it, even smoking the odd canful of hash smoke. Garnet was back in town, and when he comes, trouble usually follows in his wake. I had already had a big weekend and was very tired, so I wasn't really in the mood for another late night. I remember getting home to my new apartment in Shinozaki in the eastern suburbs near Chiba, the futon on my mattress smelling so new and fresh, and wishing to myself that I could lay down in it and go to sleep. I could have watched some NHK program for a while, sunk a few beers, and then gone to sleep. Surely, I had partied hard enough this weekend, gone nights without sleep, worked while drunk and stoned, irritated my boss/landlord/sponsor in the process... now I deserved a chance to rest. But you know, lust is a powerful force, and idealism an even headier one. Ideology is the most powerful force of all and through it one is susceptible to all manner of scams and infiltrations. Roll all three together, and they conspired to brew a perfect storm... actually, one might call it a FATAL STORM. Actually the real reason I decided to go out on that soon to be fateful and almost fatal Sunday night, was that I wanted to see Garnet's old girlfriend Miho, who was also in attendance. But actually, I got nothing, which is always the case with her. I remembered her though all through my long lonely days at Kitazawa, and all those long lonely nights. I would have loved to "bust a nut", as Maniac would say... jerk off, masturbate, while thinking about her. But how do you do that in a cell full of dudes, and wardens walking past at all hours of the night? I kept my bodily fluids to myself, and in the process, my sexual tension rose. Hey, wouldn't it be a good idea, in the name of maintaining order, to give prisoners a chance to jerk off? It would certainly have lowered my tension overall.

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