After a couple weeks of ambiguous hints and much wonder, I found out yesterday I am being sent to the land of little brown monsters with big mouths who fart when they’re mad, angsty pieces of burnt bread and penguins who date seals and hang out with panda bears in tutus.
Yes, I am going to Tokyo! I haven’t been in four years and look forward to a triumphant return - the people of the city will declare a holiday, take off work and march in the streets to celebrate the second coming of the crazy redheaded gaijin. The emperor will cry and families will hug each other. 
The half-priced shots at Geronimo shall be passed to everyone - after properly being lit on fire - and the rivers will flow with the blood of the nonbelievers.
And, of course, I’ll be doing work. Probably lots of it, but that’s OK. All time in Tokyo is adventure time. There’s a madness simmering throughout the town that we don’t see much in America. The nighttime city is a slice of “Blade Runner” and the people love to share their drinks. If you’re a white guy with a camera, they almost always strike a pose like my friend on the right.
I last went to Tokyo four years ago when I started this job. On my first day of work the editor called me into his office and asked if I wanted to go there … in a week. I never had felt an urge to visit Japan, but after almost a month there I was hooked. Great people, beautiful sights, the aforementioned inspirational madness and okonomiyaki. Sweet, perfect, wonderful-at-two-in-the-morning okonomiyaki.
It’s hard to tell, but I am highly stoked for this trip. I’m excited about the idea of doing some good work (no, really) that will make everything flow better, and I’m ready for more adventures in the world’s most expensive city. I think I’ll be able to pack more into the trip having been there and tested the waters a bit. I hope so, at least.
Needless to say, there will be stories …
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