September 1st

First real day away from home.

In Tokyo right now. Figured the airport would be a little more extravagant then it actually is.
Maybe I'm on the wrong side of it. Lol

The plane ride was a feat, and for someone with mild claustrophobia, like myself, it was like climbing a mountain made of patience.

I tried to take advantage of the complimentary beer. But the stewardesses didn't come quite enough to get my fade on. I would have been able to sleep easier with a sixer. But on my 16 hour flight, I slept... an hour and a half tops.

My eyes probably have bags underneath them.
So, I'm shit tired, a bit relieved that the long portion of my trek is behind me, but most recently uneasy.
My skateboard doesn't abide by Japanese regulations as a carry-on. So they forced me to check it in.

My enjoyment of the sights and sounds of this trip will have to come to a screeching halt, until my board returns to me in Manila.

So I wait.

...and I left my damn watch at home. Fk.

Lesson 1:
If you think you packed everything... you're probably too overconfident to realize you're actually wrong.


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