queer folk

i wonder if you feel sorry for me, because these are the kinds of friends i seem to make. on the left, we have nikolai. words such as weird, eccentric, and bizarre fail miserably to describe this guy. maybe something like incomparably and totally incomprehensibly abnormal would come close. i mean, how often do you meet a 190cm tall 17 year old norwegian who likes to wear an alien mask with a beanie on top when meeting friends? who also doesn't understand why everyone doesn't buy a mask and walk around with it on? not very often, i'd imagine. being around such a guy always proves for interesting times. he likes adventures - he once ran home from school in the height of summer (HOT), because he felt like it. i'm shit at estimating, but i guess it would be about a 5k run? anyway, there was a mountain or something in the way of his house, so he scaled it and at the top, encountered a naked sunbathing man.

and on the left, we have warren. he's not exactly weird (no one is compared to nikolai), but i was a bit surprised when i first saw him today, dressed in a blindingly white suit, with a white vest, white jumper, white shirt, and white pants.
in fact, these are really really great guys, and i love to hang out with them and stuff. (just in case they read this)

walking around with these guys in japan is like running around a bull ring dressed purely in red. holding red flags. but hey, i wouldn't have it any other way - any attention is good attention, right?


we went bowling too, and of course, the mask had to come out. i managed to capture the beast in action.