I remember drunkenly stumbling into two young Japanese men near Shinjuku station at about 2 or 3am one morning after a long night of eating and drinking.  These two men told men, in poor English (better than my Japanese!) that they were 24 and asked me my age.  I lied and said I was 24 as well.  To say they were astounded and delighted at this coincidence would be an understatement – many photographs were taken, and everyone was happy.

-26 September 2016

This post is part of the I Remember series.