We're sitting at a big dinner table in a high class restaurant. There are probably about 10 of us. We're celebrating something. Everyone at the table is drinking with the meal. Well, all but one person. Of course it's fine if someone chooses not to drink, but I found it odd that this particular person chose that.

After the dinner, KC and I walked up the street together to our next destination. He explained to me why that one person passed on drinking. "Oh, he raped someone, so" "HE RAPED SOMEONE?" "Yeah, it was a mistake. So, he's taking a huge break from drinking. No one can figure out why he raped her. It's so not like him. It scared him sober."

We get to our destination. A giant party in what seems to be a warehouse. I mean giant. But, it's not just a party. There is to be some sort of performance. I wind up in a room somewhere surrounded by Japanese girls. They're all giggling and loving me. They dress me up, but can't agree on the wig for me. They must've gone through 20 wigs. Then I realize they want me to be part of the show.