16 HRS LATER.

And here I am again. Tokyo. The flight from JFK to Narita has become a usual commute for many people including myself. It's like taking the train to work and running into people you know. Two times before I saw Big Jay (Green Lantern's manager), last time I was on the flight with Damany, and this time it was Mike Malbon from Frank 151. The flight was horrific. You know when there's turbulence, and then there's the type of turbulence when people scream? We had the latter. One of the scariest flights I've ever been on. I'm in my hotel room and I feel like I've been on a boat all day...you know that weird swaying feeling you get? After settling in and attempting to compose myself in some way, I headed out to a scheduled dinner meeting with Celux/LVMH, Asako and my partner Riko. Korean BBQ...Why do the Japanese have to do everything better? Italian is better, Chinese is beter, Korean is better, McDonald's is better. I think honestly, the only thing they have not yet perfected is the breakfast egg. For some reason, they can't do that right. Anyway, I'm wrecked...Sayonara till next time.

With the people and things you see in Japan, you sometimes forget and think you're hangin' in NYC.

Chowing down Korean stylee.