young rap stars

Last night I was kicking it with a couple young bucks from Japan. 
We don't speak the same language but they communicated really well that they wanted beer. 
I took them to get some beers nearby, for the adventure... I don't drink anymore. :) 
On the way, one of them was telling me he is way into lap. 
I didn't know what lap was until he started scratching and beat boxing. He said he is in a rap group called, "The red gang." I quickly had to ask him, "So, do you gangsters commit a lot of crimes?" Him: "NO NO NO not criminal." Good to know kid. Dig this. 


We are at 39th and Powell Safeway, maybe not the best place to tell anyone you are in a red gang.
They were in the store a long time marveling at the scale of the Safeway food mall. 

The Japanese men got themselves some good beers but only drank a couple because apparently they also tried grass for the first time with a clown. 
That limited how much beer they were gonna be into but they did have a great time chilling with me on the porch. Here he is teaching me Japanese phrases for my collection.

cannabis safari

Having my morning coffee and doobie tonight on the porch. 
A couple from Japan who are staying at our place just walked up from an evening on the town.
I felt a bit self conscious stinking up the place. 
We hadn't met and I know the pot is highly illegal in Japan. 
They quickly put me at ease. 
Dude gives me the slow smile and nod then pulls out a spliff of his own. 
They are here for a cannabis safari. 
LOL. 
I hear they got a few Portland themed shops over in Japanistan. My new friends are all loaded up with Kush, Voodoo donuts, and coffee fun.

Wow this dude really likes pizza.

I just showed my new homie from Japan how to make a pizza from scratch.
He is returning to Japan unemployed and mentioned he wanted to get into the pizza game.
They are leaving tomorrow.
We will miss our newest single serving friends. Tonight i took dude on a tallbike night mission. Olive was sewing with his lady.
I asked him to come with me on a mission to deliver some food to a preggers lady. He doesn't really speak English so all I had to do was point to our contented hens and say "Wanna ride bicycle?"
I loaded my hoopty, squared him away with a bike light and we took off.
He hadn't realized how fast we roll.
I took off and eventually hear him screaming behind me "Soo sorry, I'm coming."
I slowed down and soon we found our pace together.
I admire this dude. For not knowing English he is killing it with the communication.
This wouldn't work if we all weren't really expressive anyway. We got to where we were going and he got to see a very grateful pregnant woman and shortly after that a pot tree.
He was apprehensive but curious because it's highly illegal in his town.
We took off. On the road he got to experience how people cheer for us as we go by. He was smiling ear to ear. When I got home I was baffled by the convo Olive was having with the other guest.
She was telling the lady "so I told her, I'm a grown ass woman and I'm not about to be hearing what she is saying." I wasn't aware that Olive ever said anything like that. I am aware that her Japanese counterpart had NO idea what she was saying at that point.
Other than that the language barrier, was no barrier to her friendship with her new friend.
They are tight. and have a lot in common.
Me hanging out with the dude was a little different.
language isn't so big a deal because we dudes don't mind sitting around not saying anything.
When we were on the road however, folks cheered at us and I could hear my friend cheering back in the thickest Japanese accent ever. "AAaaaAah"
I'm gonna miss this bloke.lol
They thanked us for being such good hosts. We said "We aren't hosts, we don't work here, we are just the clown who live in the attic. :)

i found out what Olive was talking about. She was telling her new friend what to say, not what she said. Our friends had shared a cab with some drunk, pregnant, obnoxious women.They were being condescending and Olive was giving her some tough language to fend off the dumdums. They were very taken with the friendliness of Ptown don't get me wrong.They were delighted at how many strangers on the street said hi as they passed. They also noticed the temperament we have around light rail. "In Japan when train late everyone very angry, in Portland when train late they go have beer."

a great way to impress me is to ride my bike.

nailed it.

We did a little rock show for them in the living room and then made balloons last night. After that we found out my Man had a trick up his sleeve. Turns out he in one of the few dudes in his world who still rock fundochi (traditional underwear). The couple met when they were volunteering at a festival honoring ancestors.

G'bye Friends Good luck!

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Japanese folks and our tallbikes

By some interesting coincidence, last night both rooms were rented by early 30 somethings from The land of the rising sun. Japan.

It was our great honor to show them our life and ask about theirs.

We all had a lovely morning together.  After a round of strong coffee we showed them how to ride our tallbikes. 

Oops layed it down.

This dude was a natural.

Nice day for a ride.

My bike takes a pic every 5 seconds so I got a lot of pics. This post is for them to choose what pics they want.

That was fun. Now to show them my office.

yes, my office is a cardboard box. They thought that was a riot.

He is asking "Is...that Marijuana?"

Calls his lady and friend.

They watched me roll a doobie. They politley applauded when I was done. I said "American origami"

I never mention people's names when I talk about them. If anything they do in our country gets them into trouble in their country, I don't want it to be because I gave up their names. "Security culture" is international.

They didn't want any but they were facinated watching and photographing me smoke a joint by myself. That works for me.

We will miss these nice folks. I wish we all lived closer.

If this guy lived here I would want to ride with him all the time. He was good and confident.

Good times. 

We collected more Japanese language and three new friends this morning.  

That was great. It's so sad to see one of them go. 

We get to keep the other two a few more days. I hope they are having a great honeymoon here in the states.

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Turns out a good breakfast over in Tokyotown is rice,Miso, tufu and veggies.

Hanging out with this hip couple from Japan who are staying at our house.
 We had some of our family over tonight and all of us sat around with the babblephones out trying to communicate with our new friends. 
We never had time to take our clown stuff off after gigs today so this couple are very brave to spend so much time talking to clowns. 
They had no idea we would be here.  They may not know what we even are. But we are getting along swimmingly though. 
The couple looked at me puzzled when I complimented their English. 
I said compared to my Japanese language skills, you two are an English professors.
Now our family has left and we are still at it with the cultural exchange.
 I'm asking a lot of Japanese words and forgetting them as soon as I hear them, yeah, I'm sexy like that. Hopefully some of it sticks. 
Clowns need to know how to talk to everybody. It's tedious but well worth struggling through the language barrier to communicate and enjoy our latest "single serving friends". They got married 9 months ago and just now found time for the Honeymoon. 
We all have loads of questions for each other about water, life, language and culture. There is a Japanese guest in the other room as well strangely enough. She asked that we teach her how we make a traditional American breakfast. 
My traditional Sunday breakfast is the "racecar no driver" (Cannabis and coffee till lunchtime, roastin bowls and sippin joe.) so I wouldn't suggest my no gig day Bfast fave. 
Looks like we will be Americaning breakfast for three Japanese single serving friends in the morning.
 I hope we can come up with something to properly rep our hunk of Erff.
 I don't want to make them greasy fat bombs.
 I asked what they like for the first meal of the day in Japan. 
Turns out a good breakfast over in Tokyotown is rice,Miso, tufu and veggies. 
We are thinking pancakes, yogurt and fruit?

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