I met Diego at math camp when we were in high school. We wound up at the same college, too. Even though he spoke no Japanese Diego was serious about keeping up on his anime, watching shows as they aired, long before fan translators got to them. The shows he typically watched were really visual action series with lots of awesome fight scenes and not too much plot.
One evening I came by his room to see if he wanted to get some dinner. On his television screen were two gangsters at the edge of a cliff, one sitting, one standing, both staring at the sun setting into the sea. The sitting one spoke solemnly, not looking at the other who, overcome by manly emotion, dropped the gun he was pointing at him. The wind whipped their hair dramatically.
“Hey Diego, what’s going on?”
“I dunno, man. They’re friends, I guess.”
