One For The Road

Here's the second part of five of my views of Japan while sitting in a bar. I call it:

BEER BOTTLE BLUES - 2

Excitement. I'm a foreigner in Japan. That makes me a minority in Japan. Big deal. I was a minority when I wasn't in Japan. I wonder how all the other people handle being a minority now? Probably don't like it. Go figure. Welcome to the real world.

I like dancing but there's no place to go dancing in my city. Hell, even if therewas, it'd be scandalous for any Japanese girl to be seen dancing with a foreigner.Small town mentality. "They're nice people to know, but I wouldn't want mydaughter to marry one."

Let me have a Kirin Premium. I can use the extra half percent alcohol.

SometimesI think this place is killing me... I never used to drink much before.

Damn kids came knocking on my door again. Leave me alone, I'm not thatspecial.

I really hate it when they gawk and point. I've been here for 15 months. I've been in the newspapers. I've been on the radio, I really do likeNatto (rotting fermented soy beans).

Another one, please.

Even here... in my sanctuary, I feel like I'm being ogled sometimes. "Hey-beeDu-ring-ka." Uh... that means 'heavy drinker', in case you aren't inebriated or Japanese.

On the way home last night, my buddy Matthew and I passed an apartment complex. A couple of tricycles proved too irresistible a temptation for a pair of bored drunks.We rode out to the main intersection of the city. One car passed us by andstared wondrously. One car. The sidewalks are rolled up at nine.

Ah, hell... one for the road, okay?

Somewhere with wanderlust,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by House Of Pain (lyric warning): BURP