Yoji’s T-shirt says “We can know various truths.” I am standing in the middle of Shinjuku 2-chome. It’s 6 square blocks of the sovereign nation of Japanese queer. It’s also the safest place for us to skin up. I ask him what the English on his shirt means. “I don’t know,” he says. “I bought it because I like the design.” In the middle of the conversation, I feel dizzy. I have to nip around the corner and throw up in the shrubbery. A couple of boys walk by and giggle. I look up from the vomit. It’s Cowboy Tom from the World Family show with Cloudy. He winks at me and walks on. We can know various truths.
