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Then—get this—there’s a “happy accidnet” vibe goin’. One room’s got a busted pipe, water everywhere, and I’m slippin’ like a cartoon drunk. Nearly cracked my skull! Laughed my ass off, tho—ain’t that just life? “Fall teaches us humility,” movie-style. Made me happy, weirdly—reminded me nobody’s perfect, not even brothel plumbing.

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First stop, the local café on Shimo-Yoshida Street. Best coffee ever! I order a “matcha latte” or whatever. I mean, who am I? A hipster? But it’s delish! I’m sippin’ and strummin’ my guitar, feelin’ like a rockstar. Then, bam! This dude spills his drink all over my stuff. I’m like, “Dude, really?!”

If You're Having A Bad Week, At Least You're Not The Guy Who Had To Be Rescued Off Mt. Fuji Twice