Hitchhiking with rednecks. (Almost died Pt 1)

Maniacal protestors freaked about Martin Scorcesse's
"The last Temptation of Christ"

I remember the car because it was my good friends older brothers first set of wheels.

I will explain how I ended up in Knoxville TN in the 2nd post at a latter date since it's more relevant to that story.






I had not yet learned how to control my fear...not yet

I had gone from my own comfy bed in Boston to a sofa in a trailer park in Knoxville TN within 2 days. I was 14 (I went to Hawaii weeks after this for good) and could see the trip to Florida by motorcycle was almost 100% dead because of Adam's Mom. I was on my own. And I couldn't stay with Adam because his Mom thought I was the anti-christ or at least she acted that way. So I'm stuck in a FUCKING TRAILER PARK IN TENNESSEE. Dayum....WTF?

I decided to get the fuck outta there. I found some baking soda,hairspray and rock salt. I planned to go steal some baggies at a store and sell bunk to get out A.S.A.P (how the 2nd brush with death occurred).

I remembered the ride from central Knoxville and headed that way. I started hitchhiking which I had done MANY times with sometimes varying levels of fear but I also got to where I was goin faster so...fuck it.

Gimmie summa that "Southern hospitality" please.

After a while while still on a country road "the car" passes...slows...continues? Wtf? There were few cars so It was something of note. It came back the other way and slowed looking at me carefully while I tried to not act odd. I had stuff to make fake Coke and that made me nervous but the strange feeling about these 2 had begun.

A minute later they passed and pulled over infront of me about 20 yards and opened the passenger door. I felt like I shoulda said "no thanks" but I was hungry and broke and FAR from home. As I got in I realized they didn't look directly at me and I was getting stuck behind 2 big odd acting guys without any comments.

I said I was heading to the Mall. They didn't answer me. No comment at all. I realized I had no way out of that car. I had just put myself in a really bad spot by 2 men who had carefully sized me up before giving me a ride. Scared doesn't describe my feelings. Dread is better. The driver asked if I was a local kid and I foolishly said "no".

Then it happened..

The driver very calmly asked the other guy.."You wanna kill him?"
The passenger said something like "I wanna do more than that"

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Things I have done and seen in my life since this day,only deepen my belief that that day was a brush with death.
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I grabbed a pencil that was next to me and thought I'm gonna stab someone in the eye but I also thought if I was gonna totally disappear that would suck...in TN. I had begun to accept I was gonna die. I wanted my body to be found. Please God! I was subconsciously praying to a God I had never even given thought to.

I was shaken from my haze by the passenger asking me if I had any drugs in a panic..I said No. He said "Duck down NOW!!" I did and realized we were turning left because of an accident or something because I saw a Police officer. We passed him before it registered in my brain but I suddenly had a burst of energy...fight.


The detour had led us directly to a major intersection that was packed with screaming people holding signs. The traffic was jammed up so I went crazy banging on the window screaming "Adam!! Adam!!!...theres my friend right there he see's me thanks for the ride" (he obviously wasn't there)...they both looked at each other and me and looked at the crowd...some of them who saw me screaming and he slowly opened the door in the stuck traffic. I squeezed/jumped outta that car like my life depended on it because I believe to this day I woulda died if that accident detour and protesting hadn't happened.

Years of thought brought me these conclusions

1. Hitchhikers have been "serving themselves up" to killers for years and years. I realized quickly how easily I had put myself at the mercy of other humans. How many people especially girls/women have resolved themselves to the thought of death moments after believing they were being helped by a stranger/s? It was not fear bud dread I remember most. That must be one of the last emotions a victim ever experiences. A crushing black end of yourself coming and not thinking you can stop it.

2. Years later at University I studied criminal psychology as an elective course.
Serial killers said the victims fell into 2 distinct categories.

A) Bargainers - They try to negotiate and when it becomes clear they cannot they submit completely. Usually getting into a fetal position (instinctually going out the way they came in)

B)Fighters - They are the preffered quarry because they make the kill a thrill. Someone fighting for their last breath is what gives the arousal to the killer.

I almost balled up at first but went into "fight" mode so I don't fit either one but I can relate to both. I was worried about my body never being found?? The fuck? I was obviously at least mentally balling up in the beginning.

3. I was saved in part because a buncha red neck bible thumpers from dead center of America's "Bible belt" were fervently protesting a movie that tore into their beliefs about their religion. Their presence probably saved my life. It is ironic that I am more educated about religion than they because I squeezed every question possible outta my Theology prof. All the major religions are basically political entities. Science is also a religion if you agree that A LOT of the core dogma is "Theory" including the "Big bang". It is still a theory peeps. Makes a lot of sense but it is lacking empirical proof data.

Science and Religion. Non identical twins that don't even realize they share most of their DNA.

I believe there is something partly because of that day in TN. I have never seen the movie and I never will. It's not a violation of my personal incomplete beliefs. The crowd members didn't want people to see it. They mighta saved my life. I ain't gonna see the movie. Any other anti religion movie is fine but not THAT one.


Hitchhiking is bad. It's deadly. I almost died that day I'm sure.

I fucking hated Knoxville you couldn't pay me to live in that back water cousin fucking shithole of a place but...... but I'd give every member of that crowd a big fucking hug if I could. Ya'll crazy religious rednecks saved my ass and I love everyone of ya for it


********* From the comments sec**********

While most of us tend to be married to our comfortable routines, We really need to be more aware of our surroundings. Reading this post definitely put me out of my comfort zone.

Thanks A LOT. I really almost walked into/invited by my hitchhiking my own death. I noted in a previous post that this was the scariest. More scary than a gun to my head. These 2 wanted a thrill kill. They were evil. There are some very scary people out there. I fight alot but it's a complex I excuse by calling it a policy. These 2 guys were on a level I have never encountered in all my days dealing with sketchy people. I was an object and my life was a thing. An object they were going to break and throw away. I never felt dread like that in my life. Hard to put in words the hopelessness that grips you. I feel deep sympathies for all the unlucky ones who couldn't get out of the car like I did. That is no way for a life to end. At the hand of monsters.

Thanks for the comment and that movie and it's protesters helped save my life. I really would love to thank those strangers. They have no idea that they saved a life that day.

Man, I coulda been killed! (a series)

The Katana is pictured because I was almost killed by one








I have, because of a nose for trouble, hanging with or being the "wrong crowd", and resorting to violence abnormally quickly, had several occasions in which I coulda and shoulda' died. This blog is Japan/Hawaii centric but I will veer into the "mainland" (continental U.S.) because some crazy shit happened there which affected my thinking.

I think most intelligent people like myself would agree that we are all who we are because of everything that has ever happened to us up until this very moment. All of us. Something could happen in a few moments that could reshape your view of yourself and the world around you.

We are all just a moment away from change. Sadly it's usually the traumatic things that have the most profound affect.

I have barely escaped being killed a few times. They ALL affected me. I will tell them all.

1. "Hitchhiking"
happened in Knoxville TN. I was only there 1 week but I almost died 2x. Getting into the backseat of a 2 door Datsun B210 and being behind 2 large 20-30yr old rednecks almost cost me my life and was the most terrifying. I am violent. Those 2 guys were evil. They musta thrill killed before or after me...they were too calm.

2. "Bad drug deal"
Trying to raise money to get outta TN I stuck my big mouth and head into the wrong car and had a gun placed under my chin for the 1st time in my life.

3. "Revenge"
Happened in Hawaii-kai. Was outside a car when a gun was pointed at me. The H.P.D were actually observing at that moment (they thought it was a drug deal goin down.....it was not). They didn't see his weapon in the dark. "He" is in jail for manslaughter now. I was supposed to die that night.

4. "Rats in a cage"
I spent 2 nights in a transition cell with a guy who had just gotten "Life without parole" (truly a person with NOTHING to lose...scary to be around) and was being sent from O.C.C.C back forever to Halawa state pen after being convicted of severing his G.F.'s head off in a paranoid meth induced rage on the Big Island of Hawaii. This almost doesn't count but it is a good tale (why I was there).

5. "Welcome to Japan"
I was saved by an old Samsonite suitcase that fell open and shielded me from a 55 year old man who wanted to kill me. He brought a Katana after I hit him in his face with the kitchen knife this event started with. I am most proud of this as he was like a 40 year old in his speed and vigor and I was backed into a storage room and I kept my cool and got out unscathed. He spent 2 days in Jail. 2. I spent more than that just for fighting in Japan.





All will get their own posts soon. Questions welcome.

(Thank God they dropped the Atomic Bomb)

Is that Hiroko above? Could be.

I am blessed to have a student who is 76, open minded very highly educated and rich.

The "76" gives her an amazing perspective regarding WWII

Her high education. (She graduated from a famous girls University in Tokyo back when only the rich and connected could do so.) allows her to articulate it in English

Her husbands wealth allows her to travel and she is involved with the local Ministry of Justice as an ombudsman for them as well as holding several significant positions which her attitude and husbands power have allowed her to get.

Her father's company made mini subs and aircraft equipment during the war and she met Nakasone at a "Thank you" benefit he held for factory owners that helped the war effort (This was during the Car wars with America in the Reagan years)

She is very Patriotic and proud of her families contributions during the war with America ( If you talk about the Emperors family with anything other than respect..tatemae or otherwise.... she will rip into you and tear you a new asshole with some unflattering American info or opinion) She can drop knowledge like bombs. She is not to be played with unless you know what the fuck your talking about.

She could be an ongoing character in this blog because she is so uniquely qualified to talk about so many things "Japan".

At approximately 8:15 a.m. Hiroshima time the Enola Gay released "Little Boy," its 9,700-pound uranium bomb, over the city.

At that very moment Hiroko was doing her daily morning drills with sharpened bamboo sticks. She was 10.

She and her classmates (girls) thought Japan was doomed if THIS is what it had come to? The tone of the daily motivational speeches had become downright terrifying. They were being told it was such a lucky thing, that THEY might be able to support with their own hands (little girl hands) the defense of their country, what an honor. She said.."we were like N. Korea I think...blind...or too scared to speak up"

They were convinced they would be invaded and raped by the white devils. She believed that. She was angry that Japan had brought these white demons to her shores...her families shores. Who did this to us? Why am I holding this spear? Who failed so completely that I have to do this and who is in charge that is crazy enough to even ask? If we are all going to die then what is the point?

She felt the shockwave and noticed from her spot in Otake Japan, a big mushroom cloud forming where Hiroshima was. She and her classmates were angry and scared. WHY are THEY doing this do us? How did it come to this?? Why is everyone secretly saying this is a lost cause but no one is saying it out loud to others?



I asked what she thought about the bombing? She said after years of thinking she concluded "Thank God they dropped the Atomic bomb" She (I'm summarizing her thoughts) said Russia was amassing 1-2 million battle hardened troops ordered to take Japan from the north until reaching Osaka, since they needed a deep water port on their eastern shore. She said they woulda cut Japan in half like Germany so her relatives from Akita might be speaking Russian now. "I'm glad the American's took the surrender and not the Russians" she said.

She said "You know more people died in the Tokyo firebombings than the atom bomb right?" I said yeah...I know:)


Wiki
The Operation Meetinghouse firebombing of Tokyo on the night of 9/10 March 1945 was the single deadliest air raid of World War II;[12] greater than Dresden,[13] Hiroshima, or Nagasaki as single events.[14][15]




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ALSO

War is Hell

http://badboyinjapan.blogspot.jp/2011/03/japan-war-is-hell.html

More Atomic lessons

http://badboyinjapan.blogspot.jp/2011/02/another-atomic-history-lesson-thanks.html

My neighbor. The Yakuza. One of them anyway :)

Can you guess which house is his? C'mon...try hard.

He unlike the one closer to my School (100ft as opposed to 50ft away) is not cut from the new "stay low under the radar and make that cash" cloth like my closer neighbor. The one pictured is "Old School" and was the one I had my biggest problems with. His "Boss" who shares the razor wire fetish lives in between rice fields. That guy threatened to burn all 7 of my former employers School's to the ground if I was not fired for my belligerence and disrespect.


They never bothered me directly in ANY way aside from threatening my Eikaiwa bosses livelyhood and possibly life?. And a man who I might mention later.
(I punched out 2 of his friends in one of his clubs .....did I mention he's my neighbor and the bar is near both of us? I'm pretty fuckin stupid when I drink)

My closer neighbor. Member of the same organization but different "Family" or "Crew" is actually an awesome guy and my best neighbor. His 2 sons are Bosozoku type's that haven't adopted their Fathers knack for scaring people with a look rather than a rev of a motorcycle engine. I'll be talkin about em' all in the future.

I imagine if you accidentally hit one coming out that street front door you'd have to decide to stay and get beaten and extorted or run away and maybe get beaten worse and extorted...questions...questions...

He needs to upgrade the CCTV.

I hope to address a lot of myths regarding the Yakuza with this blog. I'll start by saying that most of the guys driving Nissan Cedric's all tricked are not. Just like in America, a lot of people surround themselves with the image as a form of protection. If they look like one you gotta think twice before you move so they already gettin benefits they don't deserve....your pause/fear/hesitation or respect. _me_

Personally, a tinted out Toyota Century would give me more pause than some gold rimmed cedric with tint and curtains. That's just me though.

Never too famous for a black eye (Waves at Rip Slyme ;) )

I had punched a guy right in the face at around 10pm when me and Al*x first arrived. It was an all night Hip-hop & Reggae show that was supposed to end around 3am but it kept goin and the doors were wide open by 2ish with wannabe reggae Hip hop allstars all around. To be honest, after hitting that one guy I spent the night with a buncha Japanese trouble makers. We were wrestling and play fighting and I was teaching then how to shotgun the canned beer and we were timing each other.

It was probably the coolest group and vibe I have ever been with in my entire stay in Japan. The fuck society vibe and the Hawaiianish and Hiphop in the background felt like home back in Hawaii.

Between 12am and 5am was mostly what I mentioned with Al*x going in and out of the place trying to get me inside. I was having too much fun so I passed. The last time I saw him he was trying to pick up some girls who didn't look very interested in whatever the fuck his drunk british ass was saying.

It get's blurry until It was about sunrise.... in Summer. August I think? I was standing infront of this HUGE stairway about as wide as a Soccer field and filled with drunk and tired concert goers. I was yelling with my shirt off at all of them for no reason that I can remember? It was so surreal because even at that moment I knew I'd remember it for the rest of my life.

I was calling everyone out and if even a couple of guys had come down they surely coulda whooped my drunk ass but NO ONE moved and no one said a fucking word...???

200ish people just watching me go bezerk. I walked away and then walked back and did it again to prove to myself I wasn't in some dream...

Again not a single peep from the crowd. You really had to be there. It was a once in a lifetime moment. They were seated like in a coliseum on a rising stone stairway and I was Nero freakin out and they were...(I can't begin to imagine what kept every single young guy from telling me to fuck myself...even in Japanese not a FUCKING word)

NOW it get's bizzare


(click on the pics to enlarge)

I turned to my right and saw some police and I realized they were arresting Alex?? WTF??

(a girl had rejected his advances and he tried *he said* to kick her hat off but ended up booting her in the face and she called the cops on his fucked up ass)

As I'm walking towards his scene (which is now almost where a new building stands)
I had a buncha thoughts going through my head)

1. Where the fuck are we? (I was new in Japan and had no idea where Fukuoka was at related to where I lived in Japan)

2. I was buying beer when he parked and I don't know where the fuck his van is??

3. I had about $4,000 dollars in that van.

4. I don't know where they're taking him and I'm hot,drunk and broke.

I decided in an instant that if I got arrested they would take me with him and all the problems would be solved besides the arrest which is like going to McDonalds for me...betzoooniii.

I thought I would start trouble with the cops themselves but as I approached I saw a buncha young guys with that ora ora talk and I made a b-line to my right. I was making it up as I walked. By the time I got to the loading dock/door there were about 10 people moving musical equipment out the back of Zep Fukuoka.

There were 4 boys closest to me and I started yelling (I'm just trying to get the cops attention and focusing on one guy who starts walking down steps or off a platform and I just blasted him with one good right hand and in seconds I was tackled by another or 2 of the 4. My BRAND NEW OAKLEY's fell and broke into pieces which is O.K. (they were designed to be taken apart and they did) but I was so freaked I stopped trying to defend myself and I was fighting to pick up the pieces....someone is gonna stomp em'...right?? No. They all just stood around while I stood up and they were yelling at the Police and pointing at me.

I was arrested and seated right next to Alex who just witnessed (according to him the fucking Soccer hooligan) one of THE single most bizzare things he had ever seen in his life.

Unlike the Inaka the Fukuoka police had English speaking detectives. He wanted to know why I hit that guy? I told him and he refused to believe my story. He said it sounded crazy..

He said the guy I hit was very angry and he had a big red mark on his eye

I said I would apologize (Japanese seem to put weight on that) The detective leaves and returns to say the guy doesn't want to see me he just wants to know why?? I TOLD YOU WHY!! The Detective was very fucking annoyed by my Caveman like reasoning....anyway I'm here right? That's what I wanted.

After an hour while my head is POUNDING from a massive hangover the Detective walks in and says I can leave. The victim has to go to another concert and can't or doesn't want to pursue charges. He said he's famous and I coulda got in big trouble (yeah, yeah, I'm fuckin shakin over hear could I get a FUCKING asprin??)
He is a member of a group called RIP SLYME. They are famous. I said not in America. I'm INTO Hip-hop and I NEVER heard of em'

It was a few years later that the groups name came outta a girl I was seeings mouth. She was a big fan so I bit my tongue not least of all because the whole thing makes me look a raving spaz.

I buy new OAKLEY's every year and I kept those "M" frame series blades as a token of that day. The ones circled below are the ones that skipped on the ground and those are the scratches. I was sick about having $280 OAKLEY's for a week before I fucked em' up :(

My latest ones..SEXY are in the case staying sexy till Summer :)

I don't know that members name but if your a fan...drop em a line. I garaunfuckingtee they/he remembers me.

That shit don't happen everyday.

(Alex *kicked a woman in the face* was released before me..THE FUCK? I waded into a buncha men swinging and he gets out first? ...fucking bizzare) _to_

This Blog post is a part of Budget Trouble's Show me Japan Series

It's Ironic that ...

I realized as I submitted my post to a Japan Blog feed that my post was dumping on Japanophiles which is a majority of their followers/subscribers.

I can imagine them reading a while until the part about them and then a .."Huh? is he talking about us?"

Yes, yes, I'm talking about you you creepy fuckers (directed at the boys) I'm not familiar with Otaku girls so this (and future rants) is not directed at you. Unless you feel some odd sisterhood to your fellow Japan is Sugoiii freaks. In that case....swing on my nuts between your tea ceremony lessons.

I will rip on Japan and Hawaii and America cause my life has been lived there. I should bitch about a place I don't live like...Germany for example? If I lived there I would and Japan would be off my radar. Japan is just another flawed place. Good and bad and while you all take picks of Japanese version Kit-kats or crumbled love hotels or teach people about 100yen stores (does anyone NEED to be taught and explained that shit.) Stop fucking being unasked tour guides and let people find out about Japan for themselves. You like Japanese music? I once KTFO'd a member of Ryp Slyme behind Zep Fukuoka. Ask em about that on a fan club message board (white guy 2000 knocked you out...hard to forget:) Are they even alive now?
That will be a future post BTW. _listening_

Let's Talk about Sex "Rejection Free-flirting"

I was blessed...no I MADE it happen actually... to come of age along the beaches of Waikiki. 17 and seducing women from all over the world and being "Schooled" by some especially the Quantas stewardess who explained step by step on how to satisfy a woman. She said that if I remembered (how could I forget) that every woman after would be satisfied. I realized that prior to the "Quantas woman" I had no fucking clue as to how to really please a woman. She after the lesson...explained that a woman's arousal is like a long sloping hill that slowly rises and there can be many peaks at the top if the man is talented. She said unless you have superhuman self control you had better always please the woman first.

I had just blasted a load on her hips and thought I was great and she was not too pleased...thus began the bedtop lecture. I was "typical" she said. (I was offended at first but relaxed quickly) we did it again and this time she took a lot of pleasure teaching me how to do it..her way.....which has never failed if the girl can relax.

I really owe that woman a lot. She ended the night by waking me at 4am and telling me to get out. (The other airline crew was on the same floor and they would be getting up soon.) She threw my shorts at me and told me to scoot quickly. I remember it was the Outrigger Reef hotel and a young hotel staff member was on the elevator watching while I put my shirt on and thinking...?

I felt cheap for about a minute and then I felt great. It was a real emotional rollercoaster.

(That's "Quantas Woman" and she changed my life)



Now for the MAIN topic...

I used to practice flirting on the sidewalks of Kalakaua ave. I would see a girl coming the opposite way and if we met eyes I would slow and engage her saying something like..

Wow..
I just had to stop you,
so I could tell you how absolutely gorgeous you are, you look so beautiful .
(took a slow inhale like she took my breathe away,

look into her eyes like I was reaching in to touch her heart and then start walking away saying) Enjoy your stay in  Hawaii...I hope you have fun while your here *wink* (the whole time I just saw her eyes..any body oggling woulda made it instant insult...stay on the eyes..all the time)


Be honest...you think that's cornball shit huh? They TOTALLY dug it. I wasn't even trying to pick them up. I was just practicing my approach and trying to get over any rejection fears I might get while cruising the beach for the hottest girls. They (the girls on the sidewalk) were just for practice and I could do it everyday. No fear, no stress, just a sweet buncha words for the hottest girl I could find . Think about it...having someone walk up to you and saying something so nice for no reason other than to acknowledge beauty itself...they loved it. Some of the most beautiful women were put into a trance. They were happy,speechless, confused...he's walking away? that's it?

I musta did this 500 times or more and a few times I was followed for a while and sometimes I remember I ended up with them because they followed and stopped me and said....can we talk more? (sure we can) ;)

I realized that most men especially without alcohol are not that great with the ladies one on one. Most of these women were floored by the kindness with no clear point.

It was a "Win-win". I got a confidence boost and they felt great outta the blue...with NO strings attached :)

I have never seen so many inept geeks in my life as I have in Japan. You guys are pathetic. Stop hiking around abandoned buildings, studying Kanji, and masturbating to anime and go fuck some real women.

Unrelated inside joke. In the name of gathering Raw data ;)

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An epic FAIL (I'm a supreme asshole)

The neighborhood I live in used to be called "Ishihara". It was changed around 1995 (before I arrived) because of it's negative image. The river used to be a mote that surrounded a large wall with huge wooden doors. Adult men could come in but the women could not come out. It had lots of lights and was THE place to be right after the war. It was run by what would become Yakuza. The wall is gone the river is there and the girls are gone but the people who live across that river 50 meters from my house are mostly 3rd generation Yakuza (I have so many fucking stories).
_nobody_

I'll start with a tale of regret...

I had become paranoid that "They" were going to come after me for blatant assaults on their underlings in their bars. I couldn't sleep hardly for days and about 4 days later a car in the supermarket parking lot behind the house started reving it's engine. Full accelerator and it just kept going..and going. I thought "they" were trying to intimidate me and it was working.

I got so scared I grabbed the brass knucks and prepared to go to my funeral swinging. I could hardly breathe. When I got up to the big white Cedric the windows were all fogged up so i couldn't see anything inside. I tapped on the window with the knucks and started yelling...all the while this engine was being reved so high I thought it was going to explode or seize.

When I got no response I went ballistic and punched in the window with my first shot and then dove in pumping my right fist at where I thought someones head would be and it was. I musta ripped his face up bad? I ran and hid behind a wall and he still was on the gas? It made no fucking sense so I heaved a brick through the back windshield and ran. The car stopped reving and it slowly (after hitting 2 cars on the way out) left the parking lot.

I was terrified and had waking nightmares of an army decending on me but nothing? (I never considered the Police because they had already introduced themselves in a prior event and they were like a buncha grandfathers in uniform who spoke zero English)

A couple days later the "Area Chief" (Every Kinjo has one person that rotates every year. They collect money when I neighbor dies,give drinks during neighborhood cleanups..shit like that) She tells the sad story of a guy who lived in the Yamane neighborhood next to us.

Apparently (my then friend spoke Japanese and translated for me) he had come home to discover his girlfriend with another man. His shit was thrown out and he was told to get the fuck out. (Her new boyfriend was a neighborhood thug) He had gone to the supa and bought a buncha alcohol and drank until he passed out.....and can you believe he was attacked by someone too??
My neighbors already knew me and could not stand me. I'm not a friendly person at first meeting and the language barrier made it worse.

So..
apparently a guy that had just gotten his ass thrown out after catching his lady fucking a thug drank until he passed out in the February night and his foot slid onto the accelerator. I then mistaking him for some Yakuza beat him and trashed his car in a case of mistaken identity.

If there is a Hell this will be one of the reasons I go there. That guy had a BAD fucking night and I made it into a nightmare. I was all torn with guilt about that one. In 2004 when I started my own School I tried to get word to him that I wanted to make financial amends but he said he wanted NO fucking connection to me in any way ever. He moved to parts unknown from a Leo Palace apartment a few Km away from my School and I have never heard about him since.

I met the guy who stole his girl back in 2006 and called him out while he was sitting in a car "collecting" money from a Filipino,Russian strip club. He burned rubber and did a big 360 degree turn yellin and screamin but he never got out of the car. Fucking pussy. I woulda felt some peace to smash the guy who set that fucked up night in motion.

(The thug is in jail for drug offences right now...apparently?)

Always was a BadBoy. So sorry Mom.

My Mom used to say;
"Chris,... no matter how bad you think you have it... there will always be someone out there who would trade places with you..in a second..a second Chris!."

That's a quote.


She would say,

Right now! (pointing with a swoop of her hand.. like she was pointing to the whole world.... I imagined) there is someone who's whole life is being flipped upside down.
A mothers child is suddenly killed,
A person is told they have late stage terminal Cancer.
You think you have problems?
Really?
You have inconveniences that others would pay to take if you would just take their place in return. They would pay you. Think about that. Your problems are like an oasis for someone out there right now

A second Chris, a second. They would trade places with you in a second.


My Mom lost both of her parents in a short span while she was young. Her Mom passed painfully slow of lung Cancer and her Father painfully fast after. I always felt she knew what she was talking about when it came to pain.

I was a bad kid. That sounds cliche' but I was a tyrant and spent time in a juvenile facility (Brockton) for being a terror. I always had a good heart and didn't even like stepping on ants but I loved punching men starting at about 10. It felt good. I did it a lot. I took anger management classes (court ordered) and they said I had "Father issues" (gee..ya think? buncha fuckin morons with PhD's ). After the divorce he would say he' was going to pick me up and I'd wait for him in front of the house. I used to watch the planes fly waaay over head and wish i was on one going back in time to fix whatever I had done to cause the divorce. I'd wait and wait and he would never come. I wouldn't even go to the toilet because I was afraid I was going to miss him and he'd leave without me.( I have a crazy thing about being on time that borders on fanatical for me and others. I went ballistic on a Japanese guy last year infront of others for making us late to a Christmas party...yeah..a Christmas party..could I be anymore ridiculous?? no...probably not) I blamed my Mom for driving him (my Dad) away. I remember one time vividly my Mom was trying to convince me to pull the blanket I had just pulled over my head down after telling her I hated her... again for the 100th time. She begged and begged and I refused. I felt the bed start to shake just a little and I peeked over the sheet and saw that my Mom was weeping quietly.

I wanted to grab her and tell her I was sorry but my little boy brain wouldn't do it. I woulda told her before she died that i was sorry for not being a little man that day.I remember our teacher reading a book called "The Giving Tree" and I cried under my jacket then in class because I realized that selfish boy was me. I also started a fight when my classmates looked at me. His name was Josh, the Boy I hit. And I got suspended and then my mother had to come and pick me up from School...Elementary School...again. I was such a spectacular fuck-up that even my guilty feelings brought pain to my Mom.


She said that the teacher had said i was crying before the fight. Whats wrong?

Um....I felt guilty about the way i treat you because i love you Mom. Your everything to me. Whatever I do please remember that and don't ever stop loving me and I'm sorry Dad left


(of course I didn't say any of that as I was being driven home for fighting at School and she had to come and apologize for me...I was confused at how to explain it so I said nothing)

My Mom met my Step-dad and he did everything to try and wake me up. Strict tough love, (my Mom had a guilt of the divorce and the effect she thought it had so she never followed through with punishment) he bought me 3 wheel dirtbikes 2 wheel dirt bikes, he took me to Red Sox games whenever I asked he really tried everything he could. Nothing took so I went to Hawaii. I never ever saw my Mom again. Hawaii is my spiritual home. I feel a peace there that is hard to explain. It's a spiritual peace that defies mere words so I won't even try. When you get to the place your supposed to be you know it right away. That's Hawaii for me.


But, fist fighting is like a second sport in Hawaii. I kept doing it because it seemed O.K. It was the only time I felt alive. Sex is better but fighting is eerily close in the arousal it produces. I eventually made things so bad for myself I came to Japan in 2000 (Escape to Japan#1) to avoid legal woes in Hawaii which included assaulting an undercover police officer who was shaking me down so he couldn't report my assault but he could do much worse so i jetted.


I didn't even tell my Mom I had left America.

(I had no idea that my habit of saying.."Oh, I'll call Mom next week" would come back to haunt me till the day I die)

She knew she was going to die and she tried to find me before she died for close to 10 days. The Honolulu police knew where I was of course but they said they didn't know. Their revenge was sweet and cold and if I knew exactly who did that to me and her I swear I would kill him. I would do it with a smile and I'd make sure he knew the who and why before he died. While my Mom was dying she wasn't sure if I, her only born child was alive or dead. For all her pain in raising me I wasn't even there for her in the end, even my voice escaped her.


She died without me. She was 50. I was found/contacted in Japan after the funeral. The little remaining family I had ended it with me from that point. That's fine (not really but what can you do?) They never wanted to know why. They just cut me. Quickly and completely and forever.


I returned to Japan filled with self loathing and rage (I still hadn't woken up)

I proceeded to get into fist fights on a regular basis which is a problem because I live near underworld/Yakuza types and ended up fighting with them until they threatened to burn down my bosses Schools. I went back to Hawaii for 2003 and got a spectacular beat down Halloween 2003 infront of a now gone club called "Wave Waikiki" infront of stunned tourists who were stunned because I was being beaten by Honolulu police officers who were in uniform. Hawaii is like that. The Police take zero shit and they don't forget either. I was taken to where the Rainbow lagoon's lunch wagon was..beaten some more and then warned not to file a complaint. I didn't.


Ironically I had met my Step Father the day before (October 30th 2003) and had full filled my Moms greatest wish. That me and my step dad Brian "get along". I got some peace that day imagining my Mother watching in happiness, the 2 of us existing in peace.


I came back to Japan and opened my own School. I had a bad streak where I was arrested in 4 cities in 1 month for fighting (Y*nai/Iwakuni/Fukuoka/Nago) and was given a dress down at the American embassy in Fukuoka by a high level official that said I had used my 3 strikes and advised me to get an English speaking attorney. I did with a list they gave me and saved myself from deportation (I'm leaving when I choose).


My Moms death still haunts me in the quiet moments. While taking a shower or the moments before I fall to sleep the guilt creeps in. Drinking made it worse. One of the reasons getting to 700+ hasn't been a struggle is because the horror of my guilt was unbearable when I was drunk. I can never go back to that mental spot again. It's hellish what your own mind can do to you.

I once grabed a kid at a Mc Donalds in Kaimuki HI who had just told his Mother he hated her. It was a HUGE scene and the police were called. He was about 14 and I was 21? I grabbed him and told him he's gonna regret that someday...don't do it....trust me..don't do it.
(Mom didn't press charges and the Police told me to mind my own fucking business....I hope that kid got my message)


Now ...on some nights when I'm alone with myself and my thoughts I realize I'm the guy with the money...with the un fixable thing...and yeah...I'd pay someone to trade places with me if I could just go back and see her before she died so she would know I wasn't dead and I coulda finally been a little man.
I'd pay everything I have for that.

In a second.....a second.

JAL & the F.B.I (my ticket?...motherfucker) Part 2 of 2

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I bought a ticket the night before (expensive) to Kansai. I knew I was in trouble possibly from 2 directions. Ram (my friend who was maybe killed by his own father or at least his father knows who did it. Another story, another post) was my connection best friend, and my departure and really fucked-up way of doing it musta freaked him out in a bad way. He once showed me a bloated dead body on the hills behind Waipahu and never stated clearly why. He said we were going to rob some Flips fields but it was bullshit. Oddly the biggest memory was of realizing at the top that i had dry mouth from terror and had an hours walk back down and I guzzled a hot Budweiser that was wedged between the dash and the windshield for hours in the hot Hawaiian sun. He was sending me a message and ironically he is dead and I am not.

I went to the Airport by bus and sure enough a woman I recognized from the night before sitting in-front of my building and not even trying to act otherwise got on at the "Restaurant Row" stop. She sits right across from me just stares smiling. I was freakin out and I couldn't hide it.

We (My 40ish white female tail and me) got off at the Airport and I realized the T.S.A or some people with automatic weapons were way forward from usual. They are usually back in the Airport but they were right up front near the baggage check-in. A JAL stewardess puts her hand infront of me and directs me and everyone behind me to the next podium over and she was noticeably upset or stressed. She kept looking behind herself and then me. I hadn't realized in my terror that another person had re-directed the other Japan bound passengers back to the original podium and they were doing a regular check-in.

Here comes bizzaro world........................

A man in a suit walks up beside me and say's....

"Mr Ballard may we have your permission to search your bags without you being present?"

(Read that again)

I thought he misspoke so I asked him if he wanted to search my bags?

"Mr Ballard may we have your permission to search your bags without you being present?"

THIS snapped me outta my all night and up till that moment paranoid defensive pose. I looked like a drowning rat up til that second no doubt but a few things quickly ran through my head.

1. For the first time in a long time I had no dope on me.
2. If they had something from my crib or a snitch they woulda made a move right now.

They were diggin...they had NOTHING but suspicion. I got on offense quick. My attitude had been dying for a fight so I says.. (no quotes..I quote them because I will never forget that bizzare question but I can't recall exactly what I said word for word myself so I'm paraphrasing myself.)

I said you wanna search my bag without me being there? What kinda fucked up request is that? Search it right here. You probably already did but come on and do it again infront of me and stop askin stupid questions. Search MY bag without ME being present?? What kinda fucked up shit is that?

I suddenly realize that EVERYONE has been checked through and while I was focused on the wizard with the weird question another non-Japanese woman was now standing at the podium infront of me. The man now talked on a walkie talkie and walks away.
I tell the woman that I need to get going or I'll miss my flight. The whole area was deserted except me and her now. She says something like please wait here sir and walks to the left opposite question wizard.

So..I'm waiting...
A Airport staff guy with the Aloha shirt and everything is coming into view with my bag on a push cart with a big "sorry bra" look on his face..

WTF?

He said they took my bag off the flight (I know it was never on it) and my flight was departing the gate at that moment...

What??? THE FUCK!!

I walked through to JAL's main counter behind the first check-in station and hit the bell until a Woman came out..looked at my ticket and said she was sorry but it was a non refundable ticket...sorry. I said I wanted to see someone above her rank RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

An older Japanese man came out and claimed to be the chief of JAL's Honolulu operation. I explained what happened innocent version and he said sorry but he couldn't help me.

Then...like a stupid moron (my savior) the caucasion woman now outta JAL clothing comes walking in from the left with a big FUCK YOU smile all over her face. She just couldn't resist the temptation to rub it in......but she saved me and fucked herself.

I said to the JAL Chief "She's the one who held me up and never returned!! and then she passed between us and said she had never seen me before...with a smile.

I was in a controlled rage now and I said to the JAL chief....

Listen I'm a JAL frequent flier. I don't think you got up this morning thinkin about screwing me outta a ticket. I think you were asked by another agency to cooperate and you did so believing you were acting with the safety of the passengers in mind. But whatever they said to you they were wrong because I'm here and they are gone. That woman was wearing a JAL uniform and she prevented me from getting on a flight I paid to get on. You don't know her? Really? All those camera's up there are my witness and I'll wait for H.P.D because I just got robbed by you. I am not fucking around. I need to go to Japan and you need to explain why I'm not already on my way or fix this. Think carefully...please.

He asks me to wait a moment.

5 minutes later he walks out and says. Someone must have made an error but we have no more flights to Kansai today. You can get the same flight if you can wait till tomorrow? I said same seat (no one infront of me Business class) and he says yes. No other charges other than what was already paid? He says no it's a re-issue. I said fine and then was asked to wait while he got my ticket.


Points of note.

My speech worked. I was right and that DUMB lady fucked it all up. I wasn't sure until she walked by smiling and the Chief said she is not one of our workers that I was being screwed by the Fed's with JAL as a clueless co-conspirator.

I never coulda stated my case or even coulda been sure I wasn't just being paranoid if she hadn't done that. She blew that big time and made JAL clean up their mess. I felt bad for the JAL boss cuz he was given bad intel AND the feds acted like children trying to rub it in. Were it not for her stupidity i mighta been outta close to $2,000 and never woulda known for sure.

JAL later took me to court a few years later (Yakuza brawl) and my lawyer noted how odd it was for a Foreign airline to pursue charges even when local authorities would not. He had never heard of such a thing.

Thank you childish Woman. You won't do THAT again now will ya :)

Me and the F.B.I are not done yet (as far as stories go) They would get another bite at my apple and they would violate my rights more severely later.

Steel bars and a digital keypad couldn't keep the feds outta my crib but that's ANOTHER story.

JAL and the FBI (My ticket? ...motherfucker) "The day before"

Red arrow points to the scene of many crimes or beginning of some but not THIS time.


I had been moving smallish amounts of dope (me**)to Japan for a person near the local Military base. About a Kg each time and I did it for the thrill until the trip BEFORE this one. I was in constant heart attack mode because the check-in had been weird and I was convinced HNL had let me through and warned Kansai. I was wrong but I thought my heart would just stop from constant stress so I swore that dumb shit off.

I gotta give pieces of stuff because I could just go on endlessly so questions are welcome but I gotta trim stuff to keep it readable if it is even that? I ain't no fuckin' Loco Yo!!

Let me back up to the day before.....

The "Someone" had been following me

I got a cool visual.. maybe so let me hit google maps :)

Oh this is the coolest use of google maps ever!!!!!

Read this then click to enlarge the pics.

I suspected I was being watched and followed by someone? I led them into a trap to see if I was right or being paranoid. I used to deliver pizza for a while when I tried to quit the dope game. That failed but I learned a way to turn around in traffic without waiting for the light on a 4 lane 1 way road.

I pulled into the Burger king and made an order. Sure enough the car was just across the street waiting for me to have to turn right. I was in absolute freak-out mode because I had just realized that I was infact being tailed by an unmarked vehicle by a guy with sunglasses and all.

I waited till the next light ahead of him just turned red and blasted across the street and behind him just long enough to catch him whipping his head around in shock. I was outta there and parked in a Hospital parking lot and called a friend and picked up my wheels later.

They musta felt stupid or atleast really annoyed. They wanted to see my trip into downtown and they were outta luck that day and they knew I knew they were around and THIS changed everything.

I had a lot of money and product in my home and it was secured by steel bars and a 900 dollar keypad entry door. I gotta guy on Facebook ********************** who was the security guard (now a Chicago cop?) who can vouch for the elaborate security system .

I called Ram (nickname) and said it was up and I was out...now. We needed a way to get "it" outta my crib. I had made well over $400,000 in 2 years and most of that was already in property under another persons name.

I ended up dropping "it" down a trash chute from floor 11 and it was caught on the 3rd floor (that was the plan and since I'm alive it means that went well. It all weighed out. Now I had to get the fuck outta dodge and the F.B.I. would be at Honolulu International airport to greet me.

(Continued Next post)

I finally found a good use for street view...cool :)


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Let's talk about sex. (Waikiki and me) Part 1

The front side

The back end.

When I moved to a little apartment near the Honolulu Zoo in Waikiki I never realized how much it would change my life.


This may be offensive to some. If so. Take a fucking pill or do some fucking thing to RELAX.

I tried to go pick-up some tourist girls when I first moved to Lemon Rd. and was consistently shot down. It wears on the pride and I was feeling really bad. The slightly older Hawaiian surf instructer who was my roommate asked me one Friday..
"Bra, why you stay here? get plenty chicks out dare"
I said I wasn't havin any luck.
He said basically

"Listen I ain't gay but if I was a chick I'd do ya" You got a solid bod good white boy looks and your smart. You gotta fuckin relax and stop giving a shit what they say. That whole beach will be stuffed with different girls in 3 -7 days anyway so why do you give a fuck? Just have fun. You get plenty jokes, make em' laugh"

(He was a good looking Hawaiian mixed surf instructor who had different girls everyday so his words carried weight)

So I took his words to heart and stopped giving a fuck.

It took a few more weeks to make a plan to fix the problems that I percieved:


 1. Make a plan

I had to visually map out my path. I had to observe the beach for girls of my type and then make sure they were alone (having a boy walk up and say "here's your drink honey" while you thought she was alone is not cool and I did that once).

2 Plan B..C..D..

PROBLEM
I used to walk off the beach feeling dumb and I hesitated to walk back on it. It felt like walking into a boxing ring after having been knocked the fuck out.
SOLUTION:
I would choose several girls from about 5 different "Lookout points" between San souchi beach and Hilton Lagoon. (about a mile). If a girl wasn't interested I would move to the next girl and so on. Sometimes a girl would see me get shot down and say that she just saw me talking to the other girl.

I would say somethin' like. "I was on my way to chat you up and she stopped me and tried to seduce me but I shot her down" The girl would sometimes say "O.K. whatever..anyway I'm not interested (she was uptight and way to serious or into herself so I started to realize that a lot of the girls I was approaching weren't even MY type.

Another girl would laugh and then say something like "You are SO full of shit!! don't you feel bad about getting shot down?" (This is MY type. She is curious and interested to a point and has a sense of humor so now I'm "in") 

3. The Pick-up

PROBLEM:
I was interested in sex and chatting for 3 hours or so and then parting ways was an utter waste of time.

SOLUTION:
Be straight, with tact.(my tact)
I would say something like:
"I live here and your a visitor. We can have a short polite conversation or you could give me a shot at seducing you. I'm smart and good looking and I'm a great lover. (this was not true until the "Quantas stewardess event"<<next post)  you can
A. Tell me to fuck off now
B. Wait a little and humor yourself and THEN tell me to fuck off or...
C. We sit and get to know each other and watch a beautiful Hawaiian sunset on this beach and then you go take a shower and think. I already made reservations at a Italian restaurant named Sergios ( I had a reservation every Fri,Sat,Sun and I'd go try and get the date....the doorman thought I was a stud/crazy/lucky)
 I told the girl "I'll wait right here until 7pm. If you wanna take a chance and possibly save the lives of some starving African children or possibly promote peace in the middle east you should show up. I think that won't happen but we can hope right? I also want you to know that every single word I say is totally designed to separate you from your panties. See you at 7 :)....if me and the the people in the Middle East are lucky ;)

The stories that resulted from the well over 100..200? times they showed up will come later

4 Satisfaction guaranteed?

PROBLEM:
This is obviously not possible but you can damn well try :)


SOLUTION:
Ask the girl to take a quick shower ..please *wink* then do the same. Some girls have never had a man really lick them good and they feel uncomfortable with it or hesitant because they think it smells or whatever. So clean that little love box!! Women's clits are like men's penises. Different shapes and sizes and how they like it treated is unique. I won't describe foreplay because that is Junior High School talk. How to lick a woman is not. Lady's first of course. You gotta let her catch feelings first.  Soft kisses on the inside of the knees slowly gowing down the inside of her thighs and skipping over "it" and kissing up the inside of the other thigh.

Repeat this until her frustration builds and her hips start thrusting up. grab her hands and place them on your head and tell her don't be shy :) Let her steer you like a bicycle. You'll know when your doing it perfect because she'll grab your hair and push her hips up into your face (if your laying flat on a bed this can be painful for your neck so rest on you elbows so she can raise up like that when she wants. Licking the tip of the clit can be almost too stimulating I've been told so I found that pinching it gently between my lips and gently flicking it from the bottom or top is great. The clit extends a bit so licking across the top of it like liking across the middle of a straw as apposed to the tip has amazing effect. Keep a nice rhythm going up/down OR left/right don't mix it to mutch if a huge Orgasm is your goal. If you have been licking it up and down for a while and she is almost out of her mind suddenly switch and start licking left/right. The sudden change in stimulation will push her over the edge and she will scream and writhe around like a woman gone mad. Wait just a minute.....women can have multiple Orgasms (iiiiiii ne) :) From her belly to her inner thighs will be hyper sensitive so start licking again before she recovers and she will have almost immediate smaller orgasms. Do this until she is too tired to even respond. Her vagina will be puffy and swollen by all the stimulation so you'll feel with your mouth that she has maxed out.

Many women have never had an Orgasm so nothing is automatic. Tell them to relax and think about nothing except this moment. Relax...don't worry about how long I'm down there. Time stops and is only measured by the number of songs that have played (music really helps IMO) which is fine. If they really start sweating it means they are pushing themselves to perform so notice it and tell them to just relax. Keep a towel near too because they will release a lot of fluids and you can swallow that or let it out of your mouth and into a towel without them realizing. Bed stays dry for post "O" snuggling and you can dry it a little before giving them their second,third...orgasms.
 

That's it. No cock talk because anyone with a brain can use that I got a big one that delivers the grand finale to a sometimes now barely conscious woman.

If anyone was offended by sexually graphic description you outta run away now because I got violence, drugs and more sex coming so this blog is not for you

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I once met a German girl on my birthday which is July 16. She was gorgeous and her English was great. It was sunset and we chatted. She said it was her birthday and she wanted to have fun that night. WHAT? It's MY birthday too and I wanna have fun too!! She started laughing and it turned out we were born on the same day in the same year. She started laughing and telling me I looked younger and she had already decided to give me her booty if things kept going the way they were so relax...no stories or bullshit. And then she kept laughing. I was NOT lying!!

After making amazing love in her hotel until sunrise I asked her if she was satisfied? She looked at me and started laughing again. She said are you joking? Please let me put you in my suitcase and take you home! Every year for years i would get a postcard from somewhere in Europe wishing me a "Happy Birthday" followed by a wink and like 10 "Ha ha ha's"

It really was true gorgeous German lady :)

Please watch this vid. Her laugh was exactly like this and she looks like her too hmmmmmm?. Cute as hell and catchy...I would start laughing just listening to her laugh. What a cutie.

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Japan Airlines and the Yakuza (JAL pt. 1 of 2)

I am no longer and have not been allowed to fly on Japan Airlines or any of it's affiliates since 2006. ANA has better food anyway so fuck em' but losing a lot of mileage points was total bullshit and their banishment of me stemmed from a previous incident (another post) I was also taken (upon my return to Japan) to an underground level where I submitted DNA, had a retinal scan and was finger,hand and palm printed. I never signed anything or was I asked. I laughed when all the expats were complaining about being fingerprinted...lol. If you don't like it get the fuck out of Japan. Why care if your not gonna commit a crime? Go hug a fuckin tree or save a whale or sue a shopping mall to take down it's Christmas tree because somebody feels bad.You fucking dipshits

The story.

I drank too much (as usual) and ended up sitting next to a big mouthed tattoo'd Yakuza. I realized for sure he was later. I was in Business class as usual because it's more comfortable. It's like being on another plane really. I never and will never fly coach again.

JAL did a big "Fuck you" to me subliminally of course regarding the dinner menu and I started digging into them. The Yakuza looks over, takes off his headphones and tells me to shut-up. Oh no he didn't...yes he did! I immediately stood up and as he was rising I hit him with a furious hammer smash ( hammer motion,fist facing down) and he was KO'd.

The stunner was within just a few seconds 5 crew members had pounced on me 1 woman on each arm one man sitting on my knees and pushing back on my shoulders and a 5th holding my head backwards from behind me.

They freaked me way the fuck out and their post 9/11 anti Hi-jacking training kicked right in...I'm semi glad to report.




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I was later released and told it was all over. The guy was KO'd/sleeping and I foolishly believed this would go away. The Yakuza was woken before the final approach and he didn't make eye contact with me but he was giving a poor stewardess a really hard time about my presence. As we departed I was immediately arrested by the waiting H.P.D JAL had totally lied to me again (the future related post will explain that).

The Yakuza was suddenly genki and started screaming which the very large H.P.D officers quickly quieted with a takedown and a knee resting on his head.

I was let off easier than I thought because Honolulu did not want to press charges because that man, a Yakuza, was banned from entering Hawaii and JAL shoulda known that so they had some apologies to give as well. The very sore and angry Yakuza was immediately returned to Japan and I was allowed my return home (Hawaii). The Honolulu Police were actually very cool to me that time as they like a good fight.
JAL screwed me after returning to Japan with a ban and a series of prodding tests without my consent verbally or otherwise. They pursued charges in Hawaii court and I just got off probation for that mess recently. I had to fax (another) monthly report.

Doin' dumb shit (1)

Drives this..

Looks like this..

Happened here.

I happened to come across a buncha young men celebrating "Coming of age day" in Japan and my brain went into Hunter mode.

1. There are a few of them
2. They are my size (not scrawny)
3. They are acting like Badboys.
4. They are driving a Badboy/Chimpira/Yakuza type ride

They would work.

As I walked out of 7-11 I noticed their "Ora ora" type of talking and one (the driver) was of course sitting with his door wide blocking another car from using the next space. He thinks he's a Badboy so he does as he pleases quite often probably. Most people steer clear just because their car screams "Badboy's inside stay away" I was drawn like a bug to a light in the Summer's evening. As he was leaving I opened my door and gave him the finger. He stopped his ride and mumbled to his passengers. I started telling him "Fuck you...what?...Huh?? He was stunned and confused and him and his fellow Badboys slowly drove off.


I had these face destroyers with me so I couldn't lose.

The steel will almost kill them and Kevlar knuckles will do more of the same. I was itchin for a fight with a group but they weren't biting.
I got a lot of stress and tears from the person I was with. It was not cool. But it was what it was. I'm sure after they got some beer balls later they woulda wanted a rematch or a second shot but I don't fight drunk or fight drunks. Too messy and I or someone could get killed. It's hard to stop or hold back when your drunk. I wanna hurt people not kill em'.

Why do I do this shit?

I can't explain. I feel like a lion whenever I'm around other men and I can't allow a challenge to go unpunished. I expect every man to visibly submit to me with an averting of their eyes. If I don't get that then I want blood. I will accept respect even by fear. Those boys were a pack (3) of young lions about to hit their prime and I wanted to show them it's not so easy. A nice car and cute girls on your arm with friends to back you up is not it. You gotta be willing to lose. Stop caring. Stop thinking. Just fight.Just punch. Let your animal instinct rise...fight or flight? I have found that almost everyone including those who start fights usually don't actually want one if that makes sense. They want you to believe they will hurt you. They want you to fear them but they can't easily take the final step.


I can't count the number of times I have watched someone realize I wasn't fucking around. My smile and laugh scared and confused them and if they were lucky they ran then. If they froze they got beat. Violence is a sport. I like to play it.

Happy coming of age day!!!! ;) Now your men! See you around.

The girl I was with was not happy. She was more unhappy with my explanation. I must sound like I'm off my rocker but to me it's the oldest of sports. Why do i use brass knuckles? Because they work. Aim right at the middle of their face and their nose will explode into blood and what almost looks like cottage cheese. The fight is then over. I like to fight but beating the shit out of an ignorant (in my view) person with one shot is pretty fucking fun. It's like a hit of crack. Absolute euphoria. Followed by arrest at worst though listening to others call me a childish animal gets pretty fucking old pretty fuckin quick. If they had someone hurt them or someone they loved they might use me. They are moralistic hypocrites.

I did feel bad to hurt that girls feelings the other day after witnessing my unprovoked display but that's the price you pay for getting to be near a real badass ;)

Final note. Those gloves with the Kevlar knuckles are an amazing leap in fighting tech. I can punch a concrete wall and not only do they protect my knuckles they absorb the impact and my wrist feels no pressure. It's amazing and now I see how that energy absorbtion was why it is or was used in bullet proof vests. It really is amazing and i appreciate Tim for turning me on to them. The Marines use them in Iraq for many reasons. Like a re-invention of the wheel. Seriously amazing shit!




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Whats this all about?

Listen while you read



I am tired of the bounds that a School related blog puts on me. I got a 1000 stories to tell and you won't believe 995 of them but they all happened and when able I will mention witnesses and other details. I recently heard a video comment from Loco in Yokohama and the questioner asked him if his stories were real? I thought that NO ONE will believe my stuff but I'm gonna have a go at it anyway. I was motivated by Loco's answer which was something like : I perceive everything around me. I'm looking for it and other times not but I can always see it. A lotta people just don't see what's around them. I personally don't think ignorance is bliss.

The vid is me getting ready for my "Reach tha Beach" project. Step one is work the body ;)

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