I go to work before 7 in the morning. I pass by Kiyamachi, the main drinking district in Kyoto, on my way to Sanjo. I see strange things. A week or so ago there were about 10 fire trucks and 50 firemen in hazmat suits. A few weeks before that there was a delivery truck crashed over the median into a tree. Around that time the historical marker denoting Sanjo Ohashi was thrown into the river. It must have weighed a few hundred pounds. Yesterday three guys were coming out of Yoshinoya trying to eat off their drunk. A wide eyed family of tourists were across the street looking ready to sightsee with their two elementary school kids. One of the drunk guys dropped his pants and screamed, "There is no way that I am not the funniest guy in the world!!!" As Wayne sad to Garth, "Way." Today a black van pulled up on Karasuma, on of the busiest streets in Kyoto. It parked in front of an all night restaurant. First an older guy with a bad suit, a giant gold chain and a perm got out. I wonder what he does for a living? He was followed by three young women who would probably be considered pretty if they didn't look like they had been force-fed cheap whiskey and dragged behind a garbage scowl. They were followed into the restaurant by a younger man in an equally bad suit, with an equally bad haircut. He actually stopped and moved to the side to allow me to pass. Nice move sir.
Moral of the story: If you are a tourist with your family coming to Kyoto for the temples and shrines; DON'T GET AN EARLY START! Japan is a nation of lushes, drunks and hard core alcoholics. Every morning is a parade celebrating the national pastime; being f'd up. If you have no problem exposing your children to that culture, have at it hoss.
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