I went to Japan last week for a shoot and had crazy jet lag. I used these extra hours of consciousness that i normally wasted on sleep, to make lists; awesome lists that covered everything from “my worst ideas ever” to “countries i’ve been naked in with the opposite sex”. By the end of the trip, the lists had helped me realize that i’ve become a pussy. When did all of this become expected to me? When did I stop comparing my old life to this new foreign one, where I wake up in a king size bed with that view? No more will I forget I worked at taco bell and somehow scammed my way into this life I’m currently running.

.

I stayed in Tokyo for a few days and then flew to Kumamoto.

Working hard for the money…

.

.

.

.

.

The train ride from Kumamoto to Fukuoka.

.

.

Back to Tokyo.

.

Homeward bound.