One Bad Apple

One Bad Apple

When I first moved to Japan, I joined an art class.  I only stayed for 1 class before it became unbearable for me. At the time, I was only 22 years old.  There were about 10 other people in the class.  They were elderly Japanese women.  The art teacher was an elderly...
Oops… I Joined A Japanese Cult!

Oops… I Joined A Japanese Cult!

Cults often target the weak.  And I was at a very vulnerable point in my life.  I practically ran away to Japan in 1995 (where I stayed for 10 years) to escape a turbulent past that I had not yet come to terms with.  Little did I know, I was walking directly into more...
Last Day Of Work

Last Day Of Work

When I tell stories about my time in Japan, this one often comes to mind.  I’ve told the story so many times, that I figured it’s about time to blog it. During my last year in Japan, I was working at a gaijin bar called “Canopy” – a bar...