I was so mad at Japanese bastards who have still discriminated foreigners and ashamed of my fellow countrymen’s cold blood attitude toward foreigners. I was very sorry for Gerardo and Jorgito, for they could not enjoy their vacation to the maximum. I had never expected that Japanese jackasses would insolently reject my friends to enter the whorehouse. “When will Japanese realize that we are all human beings although people have different nationalities? They must stop discriminating foreigners and stop embarrassing themselves by showing off their ignorance,” I thought scornfully.
Jorgito was walking on the street to and fro pensively with his hands in his pockets. He looked at me appealingly and went on, “Amigo, remember when we were in Acapulco? We went to a strip club, and you fell in love with a Mexican vagina. You wanted to sleep with her, and she could not speak any English. However, I talked to her, and she let you to bang her. You know, we’re very open. We don’t care where you hail from, for we know in our hearts that we’re all brothers. We welcome everyone who wants to enjoy our fatherland that is able to offer. But alas, fucking Japanese have discriminated us in the right our faces. I still don’t fathom and will never be okay with such a godawful assailment!”
We felt famished and weary out due to another unfruitful night adventure. Thereupon, we decided to eat something. Gerardo wanted to eat Japanese style noodle, so we went to a nice noodle shop. It was around half past twelve when we finished our late supper. We were dejected and drained with body and soul; therefore, we decided to catch a train to go home. As we came to Seibu-Shinjuku Station, another afflicted realty was waiting for us: the last train was long gone. I admitted that it was inexcusably my fault, because I was totally forgot that it was Sunday.
We didn’t have any choice, but simply took a cab. When we came back to Tokorozawa, we paid fifteen thousand Japanese yen to a driver. As we got off the cab, Jorgito was too exhausted to make any complaints but not Gerardo Veloz. He grunted, “Son of bitch! You introduced us the dampest whorehouse in the world, and you made us receive the insult in public. And on top of it all, you made us to pay too much money just for a ride! It’s too much, it’s goddamn too much, my friend. In Mexico riding a cab is very cheap. As a matter of fact, we just need to pay three hundred pesos for the same distant ride. Listen to me carefully, son of bitch, if you ever take us to a doltish place and ask us to pay extravagant price for a ride, I’ll kick your flat Japanese ass with a brute force. Understood? Please ever, ever make me to kick your ass, ha-ha- ha….”