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At a cafe in Tokyo. I ordered an ice coffee. It came with the little syrup container with the silver lid. Yoko ordered toast, big slices of briochey white bread served with butter and marmalade. There was an old man with all silver teeth smoking cigarettes and talking crazily to himself.
I asked what was up with him.
"He's old," said Yoko.
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This probably dates to like 1980. Please click to read in full. Try not to have any food or beverage in your mouth. 
Please note these are the directions in full. I came from this woman? No further explanation necessary.
My mom has a friend that compulsively buys really (REALLY) expensive things for herself but then will give them away because she ends up not liking the thing or not really needing it. And I am not talking about like a $200 necklace; I am talking like $30,000 price tag and then just gives it to someone because she's all, "Eh! I don't need this. You can have it."
"She is crazy," I told my mom.
"I know," she said. "All my friends are crazy. I'm the only...," then she trailed off.
"The only what?"
"Well, the only normal one among them, I guess," she replied.
Oh, lord! May I never be in a room with all of them at the same time. I know now, though, with sanity, it's all relative.
At a cafe in Tokyo. I ordered an ice coffee. It came with the little syrup container with the silver lid. Yoko ordered toast, big slices of briochey white bread served with butter and marmalade. There was an old man with all silver teeth smoking cigarettes and talking crazily to himself. 
