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About Tokyo

Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

Autobiography

So, I’m up there, and I spot this couple on the ground. They’re having a full-on argument. I mean, like, “You never listen!” and “I can’t believe you did that!” I’m just hanging out in the tree, eavesdropping like a total creep. But honestly, it’s kinda entertaining. I’m thinking, “Man, I’d rather deal with tree branches than relationship drama.”

Distinguished Professor Takahiro Masuda receives Japan Agency for Medical Research and Development President's Award | Topics | KYUSHU UNIVERSITY