Seriously, ugh, yeah. Really! ♪
The bikes aren’t decreasing—they’re multiplying, and Decoboco is totally fed up.
Accidents and trouble from first-time customers happen, but honestly, they’re a “pain!”
The shop is packed with five bikes outside, and I can’t even fit my own scooter!
Another one’s coming in tomorrow too, and since I’m the one accepting them, I hate myself for it. Huh?
I went to Mister Craft to buy some spray paint and ended up watching a weird video for nearly ten minutes.
Some master craftsman named Saito and his plastic models or whatever—I was like, wow, and I have to admit it’s amazing.
When I compared the finished rally car photos to pictures of the real thing, the images on the monitor
are so similar you can barely tell them apart. . . .
“And what’s even more amazing about Saito is . . . .” the narrator says.
The rally car after it’s been driven is truly wonderful, you know? says some bearded guy with thick glasses. . .
Got bored and headed back to the shop. On the way, I grabbed a late lunch at Yotokuji Temple, walked around the temple grounds, and visited the grave.
I visit the grave every month, but lately it’s been losing its shine.
First I scrubbed with a brush, then with a sponge, rinsed it, and wiped it down with a towel,
sweating buckets for about twenty minutes, scrubbing like a madman.
Then I picked up the weeds and I was done.
Man, it was hot. Today I’m just doing a handover and an estimate, then I’m done!
I’ve got something at 7 p.m., so don’t come by.
Meow, meow.
But yesterday’s live show was awesome! (Note: good)
I want to go to Liquid Room on 9/4! (Note: want to go)
When I weigh Chiba against them. . .
Michelle > Birthday > Rosso, in that order.
I had Maeno from otto 8 pick out my t-shirt size, and when I said “it was awesome at the ax show too,”
he shook my hand! Squeeze. Ouch! (Just kidding)
What a friendly person! (Note: person)
And on the way back, I’d made a reservation at “Maedaya,” so I had lamb and headed home. . .
