Tonight I cooked up some fried rice and gyoza, then started watching “Animal House” – a DVD that my folks had sent. In the middle of the movie, Antoine called me up to say hello. Apparently last night he went to his usual Wednesday night dinner joint, which is a “rastofarian Japanese yakitori”. He bumped into a guy who turned out to be a member of the Japanese yakuza, or mafia. It was one of those weird situations where he was talking to the guy for a half hour before he found out about his job, and then it all started making sense. The nice clothes, the attitude, everything.
The guy ended up buying Atoine dinner, so he can tell his grandkids that the Japanese mafia bought him dinner. Great stories here in Japan. I have yet to see a mafia member, and I’m not really looking forward to it.
