I''ve always admired the wasteful, or should I say the so-called wasteful, life that Yozo led. He drank, slept with women, settled down once in a while, worked here and there and drew. But he always got back to being the him that was careless and free. The idea of having just enough money to do just what you want at that moment is a moment of pure bliss to me. How Yozo could relax himself in the flimsy world of communists and Horiki, brings out a feeling of yearning in me. Sadly, I was never able to relax.


    Joining that club was a pleasant thing for me, as unexpected as that may be. The club leader was a friend of that guy. She was a nice girl, though I tended to avoid her initially, because I felt unwelcomed. The two seemed to me to be very close. She called him "P


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