It's the turn of the millennium and a young westerner arrives in Tokyo to join a cult and bring on the end of the world. But whose world? Visit the Tokyo that lies beneath the surface: the city of petty gangsters, slumming millionaires, drunkards, fanatics and bizarre messiahs.
Japanese policemen’s guns are small and sort of puny.Except when they are shooting at you. Right now, they are shooting at me and my companion and we are running scared.The Police-men’s shots are a little tentative, like someone picking chewing gum out of their hair. In fairness to the police, I should mention that we are in Shinjuku station, the world’s busiest. Currently it is occupied by... oh, I don’t know... 2.5 Lichtensteins. I am on av-erage four inches taller than those around me,and a crucial four inches to boot, so as I barge through the crowd,...