As I passed a shochu shop, I saw laborers and trashpickers swilling down cheap potato whiskey and this gave me an idea. Planking down a few coins, I got me a couple of glasses of the liquid dynamite. I am happy to report that I spilled more of it on me than in me. I did this on purpose becasue this stuff burns holes right down through the soles of your shoes. Then I whooped my way to my left and proceeded to act my way along Sumi-Machi. The same beast who had originally lured me into the Diamond Bar was standing outside.
1961.