Memoir + Fiction

The Party Boy Lifestyle Ended in Tokyo For Me

That night, I listened to a weird Canadian guy’s ramblings and turned around my life

Smillew Rahcuef
Pitfall
Published in
4 min readMay 30, 2024

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picture of a narrow street in Japan
Photo by Linus H. on Unsplash

I was in Shibuya, drunk, and the Canadian guy was finally too much for me.

“Take this beer, mate. I’m going home.”

I didn’t have a home here in Tokyo, nor did I have one back at home- home, but Japan felt like home. To a foreigner who couldn’t speak any Japanese except for Konichiwa and Sayonara, the whole place looked deranged, dreamy, and doped.

I was the real slim gaijin.

It was an acid trip in my mind or the land of Godzilla. One or the other. Or both. I had flown to Tokyo to catch up with a girl from my university days. She was there on backpacking adventures, according to her Instagram feed.

I had planned to meet her by chance in one of the punk-rock clubs she seemed to fancy, and we would see where it would go from there. We were two strangers in the land of the rising sun. There was some poetry to it. You could call it fate.

In my mind, she would write a song about it. “Caught You on a Hot Sashimi,” or something like that. I was into oxymorons at the time.

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Smillew Rahcuef
Pitfall

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