I can be a bit of a thrill seeker sometimes.
In the past, my idea of adventure has been more along the the lines of chugging a bottle of tequila, putting on a mini-skirt then going out to the bars Roppongi - seeing if I might come home alive.
Ironically if not uncommonly, I often felt afraid of even the most mundane things when I wasn't drinking. As a result, I drank heavily for a sense of freedom from those fears.
Maybe I'm missing that sense of adventure, and that's why I ran right up to some of the infamously large Ueno Park crows today, to snap some photos of these somewhat creepy birds, which looked fully capable of poking my gaijin eyes out. It's a little healthier than before, don't you think? (Unless I'd actually gotten my eyes poked out... but I didn't, so it's ok!)
These pictures make me wonder if there isn't a certain elegance or beauty in those things that scare me the most.
And below, we have a murder of crows congregating. I've always wanted to have a reason to write that phrase! Maybe I really am like a goth kid under the guise of a pink banner.
This little guy, unfortunately, has a broken beak and some ruffled feathers. Yet he seems to be hopping around ok otherwise. I'd hate to see that the other guy looks like...
"Domo arigato gozaimashita," another new friend bows farewell:
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