tell me why

my very first impression of japan came as i exited the airport. as i walked out of customs, i was greeted by a bevy of young japanese girls with cameraphones being held back by some young police officers. as i got closer they started cheering and pointing and waiving in my direction. "awesome," i thought. "is it really this easy?" they started yelling: "kay-bin! kay-bin!" as i walked closer to them, and eventually past them, they kept yelling, but obviously not at me, since i was already past them. i turned around, and who is behind me? kevin richardson! fucking "train." yeah, the married backstreet boy. actually, he was very nice. while the girls squealed, he posed for some pictures and then went on his way. some of the mob fell out, some cried, you know the scene. something about it was nice, and i'm glad i was there to see it.