Above: Derek Swaim with a ghetto pizza joint K.O.Our hotel in S.F. was super cheap and, therefore, right in the heart of the ghetto. It was also filthy. As a self-diagnosed germaphobe, sleeping in the hotel was like living in my own private Fear Factor episode.
I sure as hell didn't see anyone smoking. Maybe they were referring to the all the black mold in the bathroom.
Keita and Kento chill in the hotel lobby. The velvet couch they are sitting in looked like someone had been sweating in it for the past ten years.
The Japanese guys always wanted to eat pizza. I guess pizza is expensive and crappy back home. One night we went around the block and ate at a local pizza joint. On our way out we discovered why our hotel seemed to be the epicenter of S.F.'s zombie contingent. It was right beside the local needle exchange.
While exploring the hood, the Japanese guys really liked to play practical jokes on me. Their favorite went something like this: upon purchasing beer from the sketchiest corner store they could locate (imagine homemade "bullet proof" glass shields for the cashier) they would nonchalantly walk out into the zombie hordes with their hands full of beer and proceed to count their "funny" new American money in the middle of the street. Getting shanked is apparently really funny in Japan.
Not sure why it took me so long to check this out.
Kyle Berard's line at the end of this is crazy.
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