I might have overslept. I mean, I don’t remember getting a blanket or a pillow; I might have gotten them from one of the flight attendants. I slept really deep.

I woke up ravenous, thank God the flight wasn’t long, just a quick trip from Tokyo to Kyoto. Not even up to an hour.

After Bastard and I alighted from the plane, he told the driver to take us to some high-class restaurant for lunch. The steak was fucking amazing, ten over ten, I’d worship Bastard if it gets him to bring us ...