I was standing in Yokohama Station, waiting. Waiting, holding my breath. She looked at me, not understanding. Her mind finally caught up with ears and her eyes flew wide open. She had not been expecting it. She leaned forward. She opened her mouth to respond… It was August 7, 2009. I had roughly a week and a half left in Japan. It was a Friday. I smiled uneasily as I left work, my oblivious co-workers expecting another MVP performance during the weekend. I had told them about my 3 day weekend in unadulterated bro-terms (“I got shitfaced and fingerban [View Full Entry]

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The morning after my 4 night, 3 day binge-fest was matte gray. Instead of the glaring Japanese sun greeting my hungover body, the sky was swathed in clouds. In a maddening reflection of this country’s inhabitants the precipitation was just enough so the weather was teetering on raining, but not quite enough to warrant an umbrella. I sighed. I had been one of those indecisive fucks until last night. And it was only with the help of alcohol and an annoyingly chatty Vietnamese girl that I had managed to recollect my American gung-ho attitude. My alarm beeped again, reminding me my [View Full Entry]

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I told UV the whole story. Everything. Met at Tachikawa Fireworks Festival. Started getting feelings in Montreal. Met again in Calgary. Ten up and down days. Defeat. Met again in Japan. My feelings rekindle. Hot Girl debacle. It had taken the better part of half an hour and I felt a little relieved. I had never told anyone the whole story and though the weight on my shoulders hadn't eased up much, a miniscule portion had been transferred to a third party. And she gave me the exact response I was looking for, the response that would push me forward, the [View Full Entry]

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Read Day 1 activities here. Read Day 2 activities here. Read Day 3 activities here and here. I was drowsily roused from sleep by two girls whispering about my shirt. “That’s a pretty funny T-shirt.” “No, eww, it’s gross.” “No, don’t you g [View Full Entry]

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Read Day 1 activities here. Read Day 2 activities here. This story is continued from Day 3. The “chugging a tall boy of Chu-Hi in front of 7/11” scene in front of me abruptly slams into a raging J-party at a bar. Drunk J-Boys are hopping around, hot J-Girls are posting at the bar, a crazy techno beat was shaking the entire place and all this in a space sm [View Full Entry]

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Read Day 1 activities here. Read Day 2 activities here. The next morning drifted in through the heavily curtained floor to ceiling hotel windows. Miraculously, neither Kang 2.0 or I were hungover, but the fact that we woke up in each other’s arms was testament to the amount of alcohol consumed. I lazily smiled at the ceiling. I guess this is the first win of the season (ignoring intrasquad triples). I turned to Kang 2.0. [View Full Entry]

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If you’re offended by anything, don’t read further. You’re all going to fucking read it anyway cuz you’re curious, but don’t say I didn’t warn you… Read Day 1 Activities here. I resisted the vile urge to sniff my finger, tiptoed to the bathroom and spent the next 30 minutes washing my hands under scalding water until I had used up half a bar of soap. With my hands redder than a casino owner’s, I walked into the shower and hugged my knees for 2 hours [View Full Entry]

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As you can tell from my last entry, work sucks. But it makes partying that much better. Because it puts you in perpetual “fuck it” mode on weekends. Fuck It Mode is a state of completely not caring how hard you party. Usually, it happens when something extreme happens: the love of your life just married someone else, go to the bar, go into “Fuck It Mode” and then try to drink until the skank at the end of the bar looks like Heidi fucking Klum so you can take her home and cry mid-coitus. Fast forward five years and now [View Full Entry]

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I have a real job now. Not having a job has many downsides (all rooted in money) but there are some perks. You actually wake up at a decent time. You exercise. You eat. You get sun. You meet people. You talk to people. You have time to pursue hobbies. You go to sleep at your convenience. You basically have a life. What I have now is a job. A job in a bank. A job in an international bank. A job in a huge-ass motherfucking international bank. A job in a huge ass motherfucking international bank in Tokyo. This means [View Full Entry]

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Where did my morals go? Where did my sweeping resolve go? What happened to resolute promises I made with myself? A quote from a few months ago: I vowed after then to never follow the 5-man rotation philosophy when properly chasing a girl. Now, a quote from my lastest entry: Fourth ace. Acquired. Gone. Gone was this deep vow I made after a heart wrenching and empty plane ride back to America. It’s the same setup, same theme, even the same fucking country and fuck, there’s even overlap with some of the pitchers. We’re supposed to learn [View Full Entry]

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