almost….
Taking different paths when walking around (what you thought were) familiar areas can often yield unexpected discoveries. I was headed back to the subway after a bit of shopping at the mega-Yodobashi in Akiba today and went down a street I hadn’t been on before.
That’s how I found this:
Double-u. Tee. Eff.
It’d be easy to call this racist. But it’s so completely over the top that it almost isn’t. I mean, sure, you’ve got a disco-era black dude, all blingy and frilled out, and that would be bad enough most of the time.
But then you’ve got the ‘fro.
A tremendously huge, pachinko ball afro. How do they even come up with this stuff?I thought this was bad enough, but then I crossed the street to get a drink from the machine next to the pachinko parlor.
And that’s when I saw their other sign:
This guy’s got considerably less bling, but he is sporting a fine pair of shades.
And five bullet-wounds!
Jesus fuck! How DO you come up with this? The thing of it is, this probably makes sense to Japanese people on some level (at least maybe the ones who play pachinko).
And this is why we (foreigners) will never, ever be able to understand the Japanese.