Yup, that's... um... Condomania. I'm not exactly sure why Cupid is missing for 8 months, but I think it might have something to do with blood diamonds, engagement rings, and the Cherub Mafia. This is in downtown Hiroshima.
Today was rather dull as I had some food that disagreed with me in the morning and was pretty ill until about an hour ago, which is not to say that today didn't still manage to exemplify the international swinger lifestyle that you've come to expect from a hepcat such as myself. If ever you're looking for someone to do crazy, semi-legal high jinks like READING and SLEEPING FITFULLY and even BATHING REGULARLY, I'm your man.
Ayed found a Japanese Subway restaurant, so of course it was all aboard for the fast food train. Japanese Subway is a fair amount like it is in America, with the notable exceptions of not having the Spicy Italian (crisis!), pepperoncinis or mustard (an unmitigated disaster). The buns are about the same length, although obviously not dispensed by the foot, but they still scam you by shrinking the overall girth of the sandwich. Other than that, by some miracle the price is about equal to America, and the deficiencies are almost made up for by the hilarity of the wrapping (See below). I'm going to have to stop writing about this because the thought of mustard is overwhelming everything else. It has been far too long since I've partaken of that precious ambrosia, and I'm starting to get the craving for plain mustard that only pregnant women and I get. They have some at the grocery, so I think I'll have to shell out the $3 for it. Mustard. What gives it the right to be so delicious?
