This chap from from Germany keeps looking at me. He frequents this computer lab. Always with his ratted ten-dollar black-headphones, no doubt they resound that German happy-hardcore that is so vogue. There, again! He glints at me from behind the safety of his TFT. What truth could you possibly see reflected in this mangy face, stranger? What do you want from me! I know our countries have been out of season with one another in the past, and yes even now. But how can I as one man represent the ideology of a nation? Who are you? Curse you and your paramount brewing technology.

My suspicion is that he has seen my blog or my latent paranoia has awoken from its dormancy. Hey buddy, if you're reading this just say something to me, OK? Nihongo de mo iidesuyo!

RE the picture. It is bait in the trap. For those of you not in the know, Germans love David Hasselhoff. What has become of my blossoming intercutural perspective, anyway?
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