As a teenager in Tokyo, coming of age in the 1960s, Jimi Yui was by his own account a wild child and a terrible student. He’d spend his days “rocking it” in the neighborhoods of Roppongi and Azabu, and when he wanted to impress a date he’d take her to The Guest House, the storied Chinese restaurant his immigrant parents poured their lives into.
The last thing that the 16-year-old tearaway saw coming was a one way ticket to a Benedictine high school in the middle of America.
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