She begged me not to tell her secret.

I smiled and called her friend.

But after I had spread her tail,

I found that witches make amends.

You've crossed over to Spoon. I found that witches make amends.

You've crossed over to Spoot.

Stay true. In my 20s, I'm over Japan. And it's super hard to find a place to live in Kyoto, but after searching and searching

what I think is my lucky day off a back sort of urban alley, this lady agrees to rent

her spot to the likes of me.

It's not a modern apartment, kind of decrepit, but I'm thrilled.

It's a grown-up place, so I must be a grown-up man, having a grown-up life.

She warns me about the neighbor.

Tells me, he's not gonna like you.

But that's okay.

I'm from Detroit City.

That does not faze me.

Well, to say he doesn't like me,

doesn't capture the loathing.

The contempt, the bile this old old man has for me.

Several times a day, I walk past the alley and I see him.

Building.

Pouring his energy into this thing.

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