Yesterday, a drunk salaryman in his mid-fifties fell onto the train tracks in Ginza, got run over by a train, and died.
It’s actually really easy to find wasted salarymen on platforms in Tokyo. This cutie pie I shared a Yamanote Line ride with had to be escorted off the retiring train by the stationmaster. Notice how he’s still sleeping in all three frames. A few seconds after that, he put both hands on the wall of the escalator, opened his mouth, and yawned really loudly. Then he walked off up the staircase like he’d never had a drink in his life.