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My birthday drew near without ceremony. I was<br />
now many kilometers removed from the house<br />
I’d set up for myself in Itabashi, perched over<br />
a highway ramp on Nakasendo that marked a<br />
place where Miyamoto Musashi once crossed<br />
a river, and staying in a little square room in<br />
a small-sized four-story apartment building<br />
overlooking a street where Miyamoto Musashi<br />
had once killed a bandit by throwing a golden<br />
coin at the back of his head. Wherever I go in<br />
this world, wherever I decide to hang my jacket,<br />
it seems a far greater man has already been<br />
there, and done far greater things.<br />
I fell ill under a kidney infection weeks<br />
before E3. With a fever of 106 degrees, I almost<br />
died, twice. I went to the hospital and received<br />
(expensive) emergency treatment. I was told<br />
to keep my activity to a minimum, and then<br />
got winked at by an elderly nurse. I went to<br />
America, where my appetite was dreadful and<br />
pathetic, and then returned to Japan, triumph-<br />
ing at the immigration checkpoint, only to fall<br />
violently ill the day before my birthday. I had<br />
planned a get-together with some of my friends<br />
for my birthday. I’d imagined we’d get together<br />
and eat a curry buffet in Shibuya. It was my<br />
birthday, my twenty-sixth, which marked the<br />
beginning of my “late twenties.” Just four years<br />
ago, I reasoned, I was in Rome feeling despon-<br />
dent about love. Now, I am here, engaged in a<br />
long series of interviews for a trivial job position<br />
at a law firm, and seriously trying to run a rock<br />
band. Who knows what I’ll be in four years,<br />
aside from thirty years old? I can’t think of<br />
myself as that old. The first time I ever asked<br />
my mom how old she was, she replied, “Twenty-<br />
nine.” I suppose I could wonder, here, how old<br />
I was when I asked her, though I honestly don’t<br />
remember. There used to be a time when I<br />
remembered everything. Now I only remember<br />
SMB3.<br />
On June 6th, the eve of my birthday, I<br />
figured it out. I’d drop in on Kevin, my drummer,<br />
who was living in the house that had been mine<br />
until that fateful night a jar of bean dip arrived<br />
from my brother Roy in Indiana and tore us all<br />
apart, exposing the seams of our allegiances,<br />
forcing me to take flight. (Bean dip is a big deal<br />
here, and it was an exceptional brand. A Frito-<br />
Lay brand, even.) Kevin had a top-loading Fami-<br />
<strong>com</strong> with a semi-working Disk System. The Disk<br />
System didn’t interest me - I just wanted to play<br />
his SMB3 cartridge. Kevin had a week off school,<br />
so I’d gladly play a little with him, maybe even<br />
a two-player game. I’d already <strong>com</strong>pleted the<br />
ultimate goal as regarded my aspirations with<br />
that game. I might as well keep playing it. I’ve<br />
been playing it too long to quit.<br />
I emailed Kevin about the idea, and he<br />
said he was leaving for Kamakura early in the<br />
morning to look at temples he’d been neglect-<br />
ing to look at until then. I revised my plan, and<br />
decided I’d do it like this - with a little flair for<br />
the dramatic: hours before the curry party, I’d<br />
go down to that Famiclone kiosk at that crappy<br />
little duty-free electronics shop in Akihabara,<br />
and beat SMB3 standing up, non-warp, on that<br />
2,000-yen Famiclone.<br />
It was perfect. I’d passed the stage where I<br />
can beat the game without getting hit, and now<br />
I’d hone my skills, like Heath’s friend from one<br />
of his <strong>com</strong>puter classes, who could totally beat<br />
NG without looking at the screen. I wouldn’t try<br />
to beat the game without looking at the screen,<br />
yet - for now, I’d just try to beat it standing up,<br />
with a terrible controller.<br />
I fell violently ill in the middle of the night,<br />
and got up violently ill in the morning. I was<br />
vomiting base and shitting acid. I called off the<br />
curry party. I rolled over in my futon and stared<br />
at the wooden ceiling. I was thinking of SMB3,<br />
and wishing I would sweat, anything to break<br />
this fever. I slept the sleep of the long-dead for<br />
five more hours and woke up pissing popcorn<br />
butter. I was dehydrated. I drank a big tall<br />
ice-cold pitcher of barley tea and sat on the<br />
futon. My head was still swirling. I checked my<br />
temperature - it was only 102. I looked over the<br />
videogames I had, with a sigh. The two newest<br />
titles were Killer7 and Namco X Cap<strong>com</strong>.<br />
I played Killer7. In my very ill state, it<br />
didn’t make any sense. It hurt my head. It’s<br />
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