Of course, I drink like a fish. But over time my body seems to have built up a bit of resistance, so I don’t often get hangovers. Today, however, was an exception: I woke with one of those mind-numbing hangovers.
Last night I went out looking for something to eat and headed towards the “gay area” of Tokyo. The first bar I called into (for a beer) had the best name for a bar ever: Cholesterol.… Read the rest “My Final Day in Tokyo”