My long lost friends from winter past will be returning really quite fast. The coats have been shed and the windows locked tight, Oh God how long will I last. The sweat begins to build on my brow as the fumes start to swirl. I think I might hurl. I must the purple dancing elephants are making a fuss.
Winter is here on such a beautiful day.
The fumes are here the fumes are there, my brain is dizzy and needs to rest. I was taught several things about life that still hold true. Such as look both ways before crossing the street, mind the company you keep, always let someone else go first off a cliff to see if it is O.K., buckle up, and your brother's leather jacket is not a toboggan. Who would have thought that one of these rules that I learned could be wrong, that hanging around bars during the wee hours could pay off. I am now serving my second year of a three-year maximum stay in Japan.