Kuvaus
Having to spend most of their time in the sewers, the lives of Tokyo’s disreputable Poo Divers consistently suck. The lowest caste of all underdogs sits in the Shinjuku honky-tonk as they do every night after work, digesting their lost time. Delirious thoughts waft through cesspools, spilling into an endless nirvana of drunken stupor and hubris. The only fixed point of their blank stares is the smudged cup with the stomach ulcering mixed drinks of Don’t Ask and Definitely Don’t Ask. A hot, stuffy, yet wild vibe drools through the humid air. It drools saliva that the divers inhale and excrete again as armpit sweat.
