2 Cries, 3 No Cries

pecking long-lost charcters i called home, not knowing if this country's shirt size is breathable for my new slender frame, the nervousness i sense around me, not mine, but of the japanese-- calls from bartender 'mars' who at two in the morning tells me he's sad are reminders that there are lonely chess players, but more often than not jeweler yoshi will call to to give me pictures of the time we were at a russian BBQ...

what a tragic racket--the gig , I mean, not yoshi