One of many awkward me-affiliated places. Time-Dependent SemiPublic Memory Bank, Super Secret Dumping/Proving Ground, Displaced Miscellany Collection, 3 Hours in the Future (EST)
In Japan, you can just stumble across trained monkey acts. At a mall.
He probably understands more Japanese than I did. It was humbling.
[CMC, not only have I not broken my face, I can now do that forwards AND backwards AND I can navigate around obstacles. I could only go backwards at the ‘view because I *was* maybe a little afraid of a doing a header into our crappy wood floors. I could go trained monkey professional at it now, though.]
(Ed.: Now that I have carpet, the biggest risk is face-rugburn.)