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About Kawasaki

I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

Cooking Japanese in the U.S.

As the night goes on, we start talking about dreams and stuff. I tell him I wanna open a bigger shop someday, maybe even sell online. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta do it!” And I’m like, “Yeah, but what if I mess up?” He just laughs and says, “You’re a shoemaker, not a brain surgeon!”

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