Inui-san, it’s been quite a while. I take it you’re well as ever.
Thank you for agreeing to my mad request. I’m grateful to you. I did think about asking you in a brief email, but after thinking it over I decided it was a bit uncivilized. So I’m writing this, feeling somewhat awkward.
And on that note, I’ll dive straight in.
How does one go about this sort of stuff, I wonder? Do I write while drinking unpalatable coffee in a quiet old coffee shop off the busy street? Or at the self-service drink station in a family restaurant where I can park for free? Or while knocking back draft beer at a cafe-like place where I can smoke?
I couldn’t decide, so here I am writing this with a gin and tonic in a Pronto cafe in Shinjuku.
Inui-san, when you write, do you do it in a certain place, or with a certain drink?
I think it’s been ten years since I started following Crack Iron Albatrossket. Time has flown by since that mere two or three minute skit of yours, with Rambo and the bum, mesmerized me at Hall Little More Chika in Harajuku. As fate would have it, we now go out drinking together, and when I’m with you my spirits feel so free I feel like I’m on a drunkard’s version of “runner’s high”; we drink away, chat away, sing away, everything away.
By the way, Ikiru [To Live] with Takashi Shimura and then Seven Samurai is showing for Gozen Juji no Eigasai [10am Film Festival]. Shall we go see one of them? And then party on from noon while we discuss “Dodesukaden”?