After Tai-chan came back from the toilet, I opened the door of the toilet. There was a Japanese style toilet and of course, tiny space as this bar. But I felt that is like a Zion and I also murmured that word.
After I went back to my seat, I felt different from before Rastafari. All objects of the interior were put somewhere casually, just the right small amount of brightness of indirect lighting, choice selected liquor bottles, polished glasses and comfortable BGM of the bar. I felt that everything in the bar was meaningful and essential for making a good atmosphere. Then, this atmosphere was made by the master who is right in front of my eyes.
“Would you like the next drink?” The master asked me while shining the glass carefully. “How about this Japanese Whisky? This is a 10 years old whisky.” “Sure!! but how expensive is it?” “Don’t worry, I can give it at the same price as the other menu for you.” “Jah Rastafari!!!!!”
I don’t remember that Japanese whisky’s name, but I remember clearly it deeply affected my brain directly.
Until now, I have been sitting on the street, drawing portraits, making new friends and drinking alcohol on the street with them. While sitting on the street, I made some atmosphere as it is unusual on the street and the people who came to me would feel interesting because of it. Because of that, I could become friends with them easily and I could enjoy drinking with them. Then, people who looked at us joined to drink and so, this enlarged our circle of friends.
Also, I was interested in working as a bartender, because I had my favorite bar at Shimokitazawa, I went to drink every night because they give me a cheap and very strong cocktail, just for me (half glass of spirytus (96% alcohol) with grapefruit juice and it called flower on the shit). I drank 2 or 3 of a glass of that cocktail every single night and of course, I was wasted every single night. But because of them, I got a lot of friends there and I really understood how interesting and how wonderful a bartender job is.
But I couldn’t imagine working as a bartender because I already have my lifestyle as drawing portraits or writing books and because of that, I want to sit on the street at night time. Also, I didn’t have confidence that I could drink a lot with customers every night and also I’m very shy actually.
I tasted the Japanese whisky and tried to understand the taste of those 10 years but I couldn’t understand it.
However, if I run a bar like him…
About this size and this number of seat, serving only my favorite alcohol, playing the good music, making friends of mine happy. It is like on the street where I meet new friends and drink with them every day. Furthermore, It is not cold because it’s inside of a building!!
“Just once I would like to run a bar like this.”
I drank up my whisky in one draft and I murmured to the master.
The master suddenly answered me.
“You can do it.”
The master continued while he was pouring me another glass of whisky.
“I know the bar where they need a master who can run the bar once a week.”
“But it is tinier than here, though. hahaha”
I don’t remember why I asked that word to the master. “Really?” for I can be a master somewhere? or “Really?” for there is a tinier bar than here? But from that day, My new life (once a week) master of the bar started.
The bar was called “half moon OK”
The tiniest and dirtiest bar in Shimokitazawa, Tokyo.
“Jah Rastafari!!” I had a feeling that Tai-chan said it that time.