Hey kid! What'cha doing in my kitchen? If you're looking for food then take a seat, take a seat.
Cooking omelettes at the moment, so if you want one just wait.
Eh? What do you mean 'What are you doing cooking omelettes and holding a stereo on your shoulder'? I was born with this stereo kid! I'm not going to go deserting family. Besides, it plays some wicked tunes.
No, I don't know who my mother was banging to give birth to a stereo. I don't even know who my mother was.
Ok, ok, maybe I wasn't born with a stereo. But I was found with it.
In a box.
At Shibuya Terminal.
Explains a lot, don't it Kid? That stereo's the only family I got, that I know about anyway. I never let it out of my sight, it went everywhere with me. When I cleaned the dishes, when I was supposed to be going to school, in the bathroom, cooking, I even sleep with the thing next to me.
Man, that's annoyed a lot of girls.
Can you imagine, a scrawny little six year old me learning to skate while dragging that thing around? It was tough going for a while.
This old lady found me at the bus terminal, she likes to be called Gran. She never had kids of her own, but she took care of me. A real cool ol' lady, explained it all to me. She thought someone had left me in the box by mistake, and should come back looking for me. I hung around the terminal ever since, in case they did and found me. That terminal is the only link I have to my roots, that's why it's mine. The rest of the gang respect that.
Gran died about six months ago, in her sleep, as peaceful as anything. She was smiling, why I don't know. I just found her in the morning, stiff and cold as stone. If I say anymore I'll ruin your omelette.
Anyway, Shibuya is mine, just mine. That's why I tend to get all toey if someone messes it up. It's like my home, it's where I came from after all, as far as I know anyway. At least other people know who their family is.
But hey, you know, the GG's is kinda like family. Sometimes we're all grown up, other times we're real immature. Some of us are immature the whole time, and none of us are mature the whole time.
Yeah, it gets pretty crazy out there sometimes. At least I got the kitchen pretty much to myself. The guys only come in here to eat and never stay around to do any washing up. I used to get annoyed at them about it, but I don't care much now. It's a bit of peace and quiet. It's kinda hard doing the dishes while holding a stereo, but I got used to it, it takes skill. You gotta practice for your whole life almost.
I tell you something, I'd get real pissed if anyone ever decided to borrow my brother. Yoyo changed the tuning on it once, and I nearly knocked his scrawny little block off.
I borrowed his glasses though, left 'em on a platform at Shibuya. He can barely see anything without his glasses, he had to get Rhyth to find 'em for him. He ain't touched my stereo since. Shows ya can teach an old dog new tricks.
You wouldn't happen to have seen anyone who looks a lot like me walking around the streets would you? At all? Nobody who just happens to mention that fact that they lost their baby or a brother many years ago? If ya do, tell em about me, ok? I'd appreciate it.
Not that I think there's much chance. I mean, it was a long time ago. They probably think I'm dead or don't know about them or don't care, or they've forgotten about me completely. But I haven't.
I don't need to know exactly, I mean, it's not gonna change much. I just want to know who I am. I don't even know if I'm a registered citizen. According to government records, I may nit exist.
But I know I exist.
I just wish that whatever I've got for a family knows I exist too.
Here's your omelette kid. Enjoy.
Cooking omelettes at the moment, so if you want one just wait.
Eh? What do you mean 'What are you doing cooking omelettes and holding a stereo on your shoulder'? I was born with this stereo kid! I'm not going to go deserting family. Besides, it plays some wicked tunes.
No, I don't know who my mother was banging to give birth to a stereo. I don't even know who my mother was.
Ok, ok, maybe I wasn't born with a stereo. But I was found with it.
In a box.
At Shibuya Terminal.
Explains a lot, don't it Kid? That stereo's the only family I got, that I know about anyway. I never let it out of my sight, it went everywhere with me. When I cleaned the dishes, when I was supposed to be going to school, in the bathroom, cooking, I even sleep with the thing next to me.
Man, that's annoyed a lot of girls.
Can you imagine, a scrawny little six year old me learning to skate while dragging that thing around? It was tough going for a while.
This old lady found me at the bus terminal, she likes to be called Gran. She never had kids of her own, but she took care of me. A real cool ol' lady, explained it all to me. She thought someone had left me in the box by mistake, and should come back looking for me. I hung around the terminal ever since, in case they did and found me. That terminal is the only link I have to my roots, that's why it's mine. The rest of the gang respect that.
Gran died about six months ago, in her sleep, as peaceful as anything. She was smiling, why I don't know. I just found her in the morning, stiff and cold as stone. If I say anymore I'll ruin your omelette.
Anyway, Shibuya is mine, just mine. That's why I tend to get all toey if someone messes it up. It's like my home, it's where I came from after all, as far as I know anyway. At least other people know who their family is.
But hey, you know, the GG's is kinda like family. Sometimes we're all grown up, other times we're real immature. Some of us are immature the whole time, and none of us are mature the whole time.
Yeah, it gets pretty crazy out there sometimes. At least I got the kitchen pretty much to myself. The guys only come in here to eat and never stay around to do any washing up. I used to get annoyed at them about it, but I don't care much now. It's a bit of peace and quiet. It's kinda hard doing the dishes while holding a stereo, but I got used to it, it takes skill. You gotta practice for your whole life almost.
I tell you something, I'd get real pissed if anyone ever decided to borrow my brother. Yoyo changed the tuning on it once, and I nearly knocked his scrawny little block off.
I borrowed his glasses though, left 'em on a platform at Shibuya. He can barely see anything without his glasses, he had to get Rhyth to find 'em for him. He ain't touched my stereo since. Shows ya can teach an old dog new tricks.
You wouldn't happen to have seen anyone who looks a lot like me walking around the streets would you? At all? Nobody who just happens to mention that fact that they lost their baby or a brother many years ago? If ya do, tell em about me, ok? I'd appreciate it.
Not that I think there's much chance. I mean, it was a long time ago. They probably think I'm dead or don't know about them or don't care, or they've forgotten about me completely. But I haven't.
I don't need to know exactly, I mean, it's not gonna change much. I just want to know who I am. I don't even know if I'm a registered citizen. According to government records, I may nit exist.
But I know I exist.
I just wish that whatever I've got for a family knows I exist too.
Here's your omelette kid. Enjoy.