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About Sapporo

Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

Getting to Tijuana

Later, I’m wandering down to the riverbank. The Fujishiro River is so pretty, especially at sunset. I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I pull out my phone to snap a pic, and guess what? My battery dies! Classic! I’m like, “Great, now I can’t even document this moment.”

Uso Fujishiro’s One-Man Exhibit “Charactronica” to Open on July 13