Well, I am once again done in by the heat, the gunpowder, the beer, the babes, the faces, the surf.
Appropriately being one of the hottest days of the year, they kept our spot cold this year:
The sad thing about this event is not the dead people. Without the dead people, there wouldn't be an event. But the short lives grab you for a pause right off the bat. And then when you see that this little kid most likely went with his mom and sis at the same time, and you know you didn't see these faces last year, you know to make life go own can be rather daunting for many.
But when life gets tough, the dead get happy to be home. So, let the living get weird.
And from the park in Chinatown, we started heading down the street.
And the brave and the foolish headed towards us, wishing they had second guessed.
Hello Mama.
Hello Kitty remains fashionable for any season, any age, any sex.
Through rain, sleet, snow and gunpowder.
It officially starts when Nagasaki's finest shows up.
The Korean girls seemed concerned.
Already a workout, and the sun hasn't even dropped.
Hello Mama.
Hello Fadduh.
The hip and the fish.
Fate meets instant karma.
And the intensity rises as the sun begins to set.
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