Imaginary friend. Not imaginary.

Im living my life one day as a lion than a life time as a sheep. You wrote that over a year ago and it is one of many texts that I still have. In fact, you are man, uninterrupted. The only text thread that in its entireity stays as a constant on my phone. I am writing this under a rice polishing haze of a bottle of ginjo. The sushi restaurant is clinically bright while I skulk in the deepest recess of its bowels as the waitresses treat me like a gascony pig foraging and sniffing for white winter truffle. I am viewed with suspicion. I view them as unwitting participants in a sub plot that will end in a den of debauchery. I sit here with sho chiko bai sponsoring my every move. It is an endorsement that I like to embrace

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