2007/05/27＊AM04:16＊Taki

『There’s an ominous yellow pagoda erected up in a forest at the outskirts of Tokyo.』

This is Taki.
We played a live today in the basement of Tower Records Shibuya. For some reason, lately people aren’t getting angry at me anymore even if I’m not constantly playing my guitar. Thus, we were able to play a fun live.

I injured my finger by letting it get caught up in a string. My finger hurts so bad I can’t go take a bath and my guitar is so bloodstained it just looks pitiful. By tomorrow the blood should be dried up, so scratching it off with my nails ought to be a nice waste of time.

After the live I was staggering around inside Tower Records. There were CD’s of my band on sale but I found that if I don’t really think about it, I’ll soon catch myself thinking it’s got nothing to do with me, it’s just someone else’s CD. It’s like, when your surroundings are changing so rapidly, it’s like when you’re having a bad dream where something amazingly surreal happens and changes around you. You lose sense of where you are or what you’re doing.

I’m troubled by this.
Am I really Taki?

To be honest, there are still lots of things going to happen from now on which I won’t understand. Ahh, I don’t understand, I don’t understand, but I can at least try to make this journal something comprehensible. I’ll write everything in hiragana or something, at least that’s easy to understand. Ohh. This looks good. Even a 5-year-old could read this.

My dream is to become a cool guitarist when I grow up.
(Please don’t lie.)
Nice to meet you. I’m Taki of 9mm Parabellum Bullet.

This was Taki.