Lost in Tokyo

I woke up this morning remembering Tokyo. Hadn't thought about it for a while, probably because every time I did I'd get a sick feeling--like suddenly I was back in time, back in the middle of a nightmare. This feeling wouldn't last long, fortunately, and when it went away I'd feel pretty good. Which is what happened this morning. It was as if God dropped by and said, Here's something that'll help you remember what you were like before you sobered up and started having fun.