Spent the summer of 2002 in Japan working for the World Cup stuff aka bar tending. I lived in a pretty shotty apartment, but two buildings away down the same alley there was always crew of dudes with Mercedes Benz that all had the licenses plates: 1, 11, 111, 1111 ... etc. I would see the cars out at the bars and clubs on the weekends. There were times when I could see them opening the door to their building: All you could see was a huge fish tank. It was cool to see, must have been one of their neighborhood gathering spots.