this week... steven left, my bike broke, and i got a letter from the IRS saying that i owe them 3000 bucks (this is a mistake but it will take awhile to sort out...) then i went to get my ticket to the lawrence arms show, to find it was sold out.

what a fucked up week, man, i was ready to fucking stab myself in the fucking heart with my chopsticks.

i ran my first 10 km on friday, listening to them and trying not to be too bummed out.

on saturday, at 3 p.m., i got an email from... the lawrence arms!... saying they'd put me on the guest list. i had to fucking run to the train station and switch trains 5 times to get to saitama (past tokyo) 20 minutes before their set..

steven and i used to listen to the lawrence arms, get drunk, and drink sake on the balcony here... before he moved over, he used to send me all their songs on mix CDs. it was so significant to me that i could go see them a week after he left..somehow, it made missing him less terrible...they even played my favorite song in the whole world, as well as a lot of other ones a like a lot. they were really cool to me afterwards... it was the best night i have had without steven in a long time.

i think i made a bit of an ass of myself after, because they were so friendly, i hung out and got drunk and i guess they didn't mind.. sometimes it is just so neat, how things will work out for you when you least expect them to...

it reminds you not to lose hope... and not to be too quick with your chopsticks...