"After drugs comes violence!" Before the effects wore off, we dashed out of the apartment to the wide-open park. Like young people in their fleeting youth, we had to fight! The Sun had long since set, and there was no sign of anyone around us. If there had been, we would have been in trouble. It would've been embarassing. Under the streetlamps of the park, we faced eachother. Because of the drugs, Yamazaki was loose-tongued. He kept talking incomprehensibly. "This happens alot. Dramas where two young, good looking actors, arguing about youth or love or something, fight eachother in a park, where everything is wet with rain. 'You don't really understand love!'...'I love Hitomi with all my heart!'...'Bang! Crack!' That sort of thing..." Doing stretching exercises, I nodded for him to continue "In my heart, I really do long for that kind of drama because there is truth in those television shows. Because there's the explosion of emotions, and there's the conclusion... On the other hand, our lives continually are filled with dim, dreamy anxiety, and there are no easily understood dramas, situations, or confrontations--nothing at all like that... Isnt's that sort of absurd? I'm twenty, and you're twenty-two, Satou. Even so we've never really loved anyone, hated anyone, fought as a result of love or hate, or had any of those experiences at all. It's terrible!" At this point, Yamazaki violently shook me by the shoulders. He said, "Let's try fighting dramatically! Beautifully, swiftly, and roughly! Let's fight with those concepts in mind!" "Yeah!" I let out a brave yell and got into my fighting pose. And so we started beating eachother. Our fight was distressingly pastoral. There were some things that hurt, but punches from a weak man hopped up on drugs had limited force.