Joy To The World

This is the fifth and last installment of The Beer Bottle Blues. It's my view of Japan from inside a beer. Now please don't think I actually gave up drinking... no... I just gave up this concept.

While writing one's views can be enlightening, I have often found that it's better to write when I'm straight... afterall, my reality is way more screwed than your (or most people's) fantasy.

Enjoy the drink:

BEERBOTTLE BLUES - 5
Hi. How's it going,eh? Molson, please... huh?... oh yeah. I forgot. Kirin, onegaishimasu (please). 

It'sgetting easier to forget I'm in a foreign country. Of course, continuing tobelieve that I am back in Toronto will eventually get me killed here when Ilook left and then right at the intersections. Why do they drive on thewrong side of the road? 

Ionce made the comment that the Japanese all seem to speak better English afterswimming in a few glasses of sake. I wonder if we have anything like it in theWest?

AsahiSuper Dry, please... and no, I do not consider this mixing drinks!

WhatI don't know in Japanese, they seem to know in English. We're both learning.It's good to know my time here hasn't been a complete waste. Now, if I can onlydo something about my students.

KirinBlack, please.

I'mstill having problems with those damn dogs around my apartment. My place is onone corner of an intersection and dogs live on the other three corners. I thinkthey live by themselves because if there really was an owner, I would hope theywould have some concerns for their neighbours when their dogs start barking at5:30 AM. they always seem to stop at 8:00 when I leave for work. I'm going tokill those S.O.B.'s one day. I need a plan first...

Guinness,and can you put some beer in it with the foam... thanks.

Iasked my buddy what problems he has with the neighbours: babies crying. Spoiledbrats screaming for their mother at the top of their lungs. Newlyweds?... Oh.Besides the dogs, I don't know who my neighbours are. I guess that's not aproblem, though. There is a guy in the house across the street from me whoalways seems to be burning garbage when I hang my laundry out to dry. Hey, doyou think I want to smell "woody"? That's why I drink... toforget... that I smell "woody". Hey,I'm kidding. Stop sniffing me. I don't really smell "woody". 

Geez.Corona, with the lime. If it didn't have the lime, the stupid thing wouldn'thave any taste. Y'know what I mean?

Somewhere looking for taste,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title was inspired by Three Dog Night, for obvious reasons if you actually read that paragraph above. WOOF