In which Fri discovers she has (some) morals after all

Oh man, there's nothing like melon bread straight from the oven in the back of some guy's truck outside a transtation. I have seen God and he deflates in the middle as soon as you take him out of the package.

Today I went to Harajuku. It was okay, I guess...

NO WAIT, I'M NOT GOING TO LET THIS ONE GO!!! I am not a happy fangirl!

Imagine a tiny room filled with cigarette smoke and old men. There are HIDE plushies hanging from the cieling; their trademark bright pink hair has faded to a soft orange and is patchy in some places, and every single one looks like it's gone a few rounds with Hard Gay. Beneath these damned souls are a selection of sunbleached figurines in the same kind of pain as their plush brothers, and opposite them is an array of bootlegged replicas of jewelry them man himself wore whilst alive.

Whilst those plushies will haunt my dreams, it's the knock-off's that really bother me. Making money off a dead guy. Ugh.

The LEMONed Shop (aka where the official hide merch lies) is different in that the place is like a tribute to him. They have a screen they play his concerts on, music blaring and a truckload of expensive shit you can blow all your money on. I'm hoping the funds from this go to his family or one of his charities. If it went straight into Yoshiki's pocket, I'd be equally pissed off.

But yeah, that left a rather bitter taste in my mouth. The quality of the merch was an insult to hide in its own, but to think that shonky, greedy businessmen are taking advantage of his legacy... that makes me want to punch someone in the throat.

*le sigh* I wish I could've seen him play...