The Piano has been drinking, not me. What you’re looking at here isn’t a store front, nor is it someone’s house. This is a bar. In Japan. While the facade is nice and colorful, it’s hard not to notice the total lack of windows. Maybe there’s some at the rear of the establishment but it’s not bloody likely.It’s also not very likely that I’ll step foot in there to confirm said windows. The last time that I was in a bar was over three years ago and I’ve been on the wagon ever since. Sure there have been plenty of good times achieved when I was on the sauce (drunken sled riding, seeing a geriatric Jerry Only and one of the many incarnations of the Misfits, to name a few) but for me? Some things just aren’t worth the effort it takes to miss them.