how to crawl through pearl gates on your last breath

I was with my friend Jeremy in Japan.  We just got off work, walked home during a rainy evening.  We didn't say much, like spent zombies unable to mumble above the onslaught of gentle raindrops exploding all around, it was beauty speaking to two dead men.  When we got home, Jeremy spoke, saying that was boring, the fucking rain.  I said it was cool, we should have stopped at the 7&i (convenience store) and grabbed some bottles, no work tomorrow.  "No shit, you should have said something after we got off the train, fool...  Fuck it lets go back, we're already soaked anyway."  Again, silent zombies listening to the life erupting around us.  At the time, we both struggled, individually, but had an idea what the other was going through.  We were young and heartbroken, inexperienced and reckless.  We bought 4 bottles of Soju (liquor), countless Chu-Hi's (booze), cigarettes and some noms we couldn't read but whatever.  We walked again back home, drinking tins of Chu-Hi and taking shots out of the first bottle of Soju.  We became drunk and walked past our street.  We just kept walking and drinking, finally talking and laughing.  Our clothes were heavy, laden with water unable to dry.  The rain stopped, we tried to smoke a bit damp cigarette that burned our lungs, whatever.  There was nobody out, just dim lights in our town and the violent ocean thrusting against the shore of her.  We both had a her, a home that was lit dimly, we were both heavy in thought, laden with memories of sunshine and sober efforts.  We became angry, two oceans crashing into each other, we fought and screamed.  Lovingly and confused, ignorant and bewildered with good intention.  Then, suddenly adrenalized as we had to help each other jump a few gates from annoyed residents.  Finally we stopped, we whispered to each other, "You're right man, sorry", while thinking "I should really take my own advice, I'm a hypocrite"...  The Sun came back, only illuminating the clouded skies, the streets were still dark between tall, dense structure.  We walked home, lost and inebriated, mistaken and embarrassed.  Still ignorant, stumbling and cursing the damp ground who waited to embrace our lifeless bodies.  Yet still, we made it home together, no lesson learned, not humbled, but instead we felt invulnerable and indulgent.  She didn't matter anymore, the cold rain of her dried away, and the chilling wind of his her no longer gripped him.