I had spent three years being digested through the belly of the beast and now I was being unceremoniously excreted like all the other nuts. I didn't know. This thought worried me. Standing on the platform at Yokohama station, I saw a guy reach waaaay into a garbage can and pull up a comic book. You're absolutely fucking right, buddy, I thought.
Nothing is used up and tossed away until the last person says so.
I'd be back. I'd be back on my own terms. I'd come back and prove my worth in a classroom. My mind was made up. I'd come back to Japan to be a real teacher, to see a city other than Odawara, to renew my love affair with 500ml cans of Ichibanshibori , to actually learn a little about the country other than what was told me in a musty old classroom.