he also had momojiri onna to samehada otoko, as well as hyouryuukyoushitu and dragon head. no wonder I had so many nightmares as a kid.
my brother exposed me to nekojirusou. He had all of them in his bookshelf.
I’ll never forget this memory of Nekojiru.
At a rave once I collapsed due to a combination of exhaustion and drug overdose. I needed an ambulance.
Seeing that I could barely stand, Nekojiru called the ambulance, made sure I got on safely, and waited worriedly for me until I came back from the hospital.
Other friends who had accompanied me to the rave, including Masaki Aoyama and Osamu Tsurumi, had disappeared by then, presumably fearing possible arrest.
Nekojiru wasn’t afraid of dying, but she was afraid of a friend dying. She was selfish but caring.
Together we left the rave and joined Yamano at an onsen.
As I returned to my senses lying on the floor of a private room in the onsen, I was thankful to be alive, but also incredibly lonely. Tears began rolling down my cheeks. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I couldn’t stop crying.
“Why are you crying?” Nekojiru came to my side and asked with a worried expression. She stayed by my side for a while.
Perhaps she thought I might commit suicide if she didn’t stay by my side.
“Are you all right?”
I had my arms over my face so I couldn’t answer.
How could you have done something like that to yourself when you could be so caring about others?
I ask Nekojiru and I ask my wife.
How could you leave behind the people you cared for?
Part of me doesn’t want to accept the selfishness of their act.
Nekojiru suddenly found her books selling. She probably didn’t want to, but she had to accept all of the commissions that came her way. She worked hard and probably made a lot of money. But she didn’t care about the money. She cared just as little about life. She predicted I would die at 35. Perhaps that’s why she liked me - because she sensed in me another soul on the verge of death.
But I just act crazy. I don’t want to die.