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”
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”
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”