The telephone rings at 8AM. It's that kid from Nozaki Chu Gakko (Nozaki Junior High School). He's mentally-challenged--he got my phone number from my predecessor and likes to call me at all odd hours of the day and night. He drives me crazy, but what can I do? I don't think he has many friends and he likes me. To have him stopped would take away one of his pleasures in life, and I'm not going to do that.
I grin and bear the 10-minutes we talk.... he speaks in broken Japanese and can only say "Her-ro". I have no idea what he says the rest of the time, and when I think he's asked a question I either answer "Hai (yes)" or "Iie (No)", which usually makes him laugh.
I go back to bed and lie down with Ashley's head on my chest.
The phone rings again at 9AM. This time it's Nakamura-san... my barber... he and I are going Ayu fishing tomorrow, and he's just reminding me.
Ashely and I continue to lie in bed talking about everything and nothing. It's very pleasant and relaxing for both of us.
We separately go to the bathroom and miraculously come back with Aqua Fresh minty breath.
She's lying on the bed as I return.
I jump on top of her and immediately her face lights up, like 'what took you so long?'
We have sex or make love - whatever you prefer - for an hour. We are both dripping with sweat when we're done. It was awesome... and when it was over, she thanked me.
She... thanked... me.
I guess I did a good job. After showering together, I make us breakfast and then watch the movie A Nightmare On Elm Street and a few other videos interspersed with some light kissing.
When Dan Brudos comes over at 4PM, Ashley says hello and tells him she has to go. Dan seems a bit surprised to see her with me, but despite the look, says nothing about it. He's married to another AET (assistant English teacher) here on the Japan Exchange & Teaching (JET) Programme, but they are going home in a week or so after spending a year here.
Dan is selling me his 40 CC motorcycle. I haven't talked it over with my office or with anyone... I just want it.
It scares the crap out of me. I've never ridden a motorcycle before... never even sat on one... and never before ever wanted to ride one. But I thought this will be a cool way for me to get around the country by myself, with my only worries about getting hit by a car or getting lost--two things I've had happen to me often.
In 20 quick minutes, Dan shows me how to ride the thing. It has a clutch to change gears! Damn it! I can't drive a shift on a car, and now I have to drive one on a motorcycle?
As I sit on it for the first time ever in the parking lot of my apartment building, I slowly start up... but I gun the gas too much and it goes off into a wheelie while I hold onto the handle bars and my feet planted firmly on the ground. I can't make the engine stop, as it's trying to pull away from me, and I grip the handlebars and the gas even tighter. I nearly put myself and the motorcycle through the plate glass window of the superintendent's office! But Dan helps he out by pulling it down and removing my rigid fingers from the throttle.
I ride it slowly around the block once and don't stall it or fall off or kill anyone. I even stop at at a stop sign and use the turn signal. Dan waited for me at the parking area probably waiting for the CRASH sound, but I do okay. I did stall it once, however, and I think I might be able to actually survive.
Satisfied, I show Dan around my apartment and he whistles in surprise at how large it is saying it's twice as large as the one he and his wife share.
Paying Dan Y35,000 (about $350 Cdn/US), I walk with Dan to the nearby bus stop, chat a bit and say our final good-byes.
I will surely miss him and his wife Anita. I wish Ashley and I could be like them, but only fairies can make wishes come true, I guess. And I don't believe in fairies.
I go back into my apartment to rest, re-heat the tacos from last night's dinner and watch some television.
I phone my friend John from Toronto who is coming for a visit soon and then go to bed.
My bedroom is just permeated with the smell of sex.
It smells great.
Somewhere dreaming of riding across the country,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Animals. POPPAWHEELIE
I grin and bear the 10-minutes we talk.... he speaks in broken Japanese and can only say "Her-ro". I have no idea what he says the rest of the time, and when I think he's asked a question I either answer "Hai (yes)" or "Iie (No)", which usually makes him laugh.
I go back to bed and lie down with Ashley's head on my chest.
The phone rings again at 9AM. This time it's Nakamura-san... my barber... he and I are going Ayu fishing tomorrow, and he's just reminding me.
Ashely and I continue to lie in bed talking about everything and nothing. It's very pleasant and relaxing for both of us.
We separately go to the bathroom and miraculously come back with Aqua Fresh minty breath.
She's lying on the bed as I return.
I jump on top of her and immediately her face lights up, like 'what took you so long?'
We have sex or make love - whatever you prefer - for an hour. We are both dripping with sweat when we're done. It was awesome... and when it was over, she thanked me.
She... thanked... me.
I guess I did a good job. After showering together, I make us breakfast and then watch the movie A Nightmare On Elm Street and a few other videos interspersed with some light kissing.
When Dan Brudos comes over at 4PM, Ashley says hello and tells him she has to go. Dan seems a bit surprised to see her with me, but despite the look, says nothing about it. He's married to another AET (assistant English teacher) here on the Japan Exchange & Teaching (JET) Programme, but they are going home in a week or so after spending a year here.
Dan is selling me his 40 CC motorcycle. I haven't talked it over with my office or with anyone... I just want it.
It scares the crap out of me. I've never ridden a motorcycle before... never even sat on one... and never before ever wanted to ride one. But I thought this will be a cool way for me to get around the country by myself, with my only worries about getting hit by a car or getting lost--two things I've had happen to me often.
In 20 quick minutes, Dan shows me how to ride the thing. It has a clutch to change gears! Damn it! I can't drive a shift on a car, and now I have to drive one on a motorcycle?
As I sit on it for the first time ever in the parking lot of my apartment building, I slowly start up... but I gun the gas too much and it goes off into a wheelie while I hold onto the handle bars and my feet planted firmly on the ground. I can't make the engine stop, as it's trying to pull away from me, and I grip the handlebars and the gas even tighter. I nearly put myself and the motorcycle through the plate glass window of the superintendent's office! But Dan helps he out by pulling it down and removing my rigid fingers from the throttle.
I ride it slowly around the block once and don't stall it or fall off or kill anyone. I even stop at at a stop sign and use the turn signal. Dan waited for me at the parking area probably waiting for the CRASH sound, but I do okay. I did stall it once, however, and I think I might be able to actually survive.
Satisfied, I show Dan around my apartment and he whistles in surprise at how large it is saying it's twice as large as the one he and his wife share.
Paying Dan Y35,000 (about $350 Cdn/US), I walk with Dan to the nearby bus stop, chat a bit and say our final good-byes.
I will surely miss him and his wife Anita. I wish Ashley and I could be like them, but only fairies can make wishes come true, I guess. And I don't believe in fairies.
I go back into my apartment to rest, re-heat the tacos from last night's dinner and watch some television.
I phone my friend John from Toronto who is coming for a visit soon and then go to bed.
My bedroom is just permeated with the smell of sex.
It smells great.
Somewhere dreaming of riding across the country,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Animals. POPPAWHEELIE
