The Day I Got Shot in Japan

The first shot was like a needle to the sternum, and I was trying to figure out how a bee had stung me in the chest. The next one glanced off my right thumb, and the gravity of the situation quickly dawned on me, since that’s my beer-graspin’ hand. The guy next to me took a hit to the glasses and spiraled backward off the bench with a groan. To be fair, it’s hard to keep your balance when you’ve been drinking since noon. Continue reading “The Day I Got Shot in Japan”

On the Run from the Japanese Police

So last Wednesday I taught at this Japanese middle school.  And as I was riding home on my mini midget scooter, I caught a glimpse of a Japanese motorcycle cop off to my left.  I was cresting a small hill, and he was just kind of sitting there when I cruised past.  I thought for a moment:  Is this cause for concern? and then concluded, No, Ken Seeroi, you are a most excellent driver. Continue reading “On the Run from the Japanese Police”

A Japanese Suicide

They say that no one goes through life unscathed.  But you know Ken Seeroi ain’t trying to hear that.  I figured hey, move to a nice safe country with pretty girls and amazing food and just avoid that whole scathing thing altogether.

Well, you can’t say I didn’t try.  But instead, I found myself smack in the middle of something I was totally unprepared to deal with. Continue reading “A Japanese Suicide”