Kumamoto!

After two weeks of training and being raped by a little shit called, Influenza, I'm finally here In Kumamoto! Kumamoto is located on the southern Island of Japan called Kyushu. Here is a rainbow-pride map showing y'all where I'm located.

I'm nowhere near Tokyo or Osaka or any other major metropolitan area, but I am residing in a city of 2 million people. I haven't found a supermarket anywhere near me yet, so in the meantime, I'm hitting up the Daily Yamazki (or as I like to call it, Daily Yakuza). Meals are super cheap after 9PM and a bottle of Suntory Whiskey sells just as much as a McDonalds dinner, so sometimes, if I'm in the mood I'll sit back, watch some shitty Japanese TV and hit the bottle. This is the picture I sent my dad saying that I'm "eating well." He was not amused.

I forgot to mention this previously, but I made some great friends during training! I was up in Nagoya, which I now associate that city as being a complete shithole for getting me sick and having HQs located there, for two weeks and found some friendly salarymen. This is how Japanese people look when they are really happy, or batshit crazy, either or, we had a good time with him/them.

Anyway, back to Kumamoto; my apartment is the shit, I have the best view in town and I'm about a 20 minute walk away from downtown. The "downtown" area is broken down into 3 strips, you can think of it like the Las Vegas Strip, but with less hotels and more Asians taking pictures with their camera phone; you have Sun Road Shinshigai, Shimotori Arcade, and Kamitori Arcade. All three strips are jammed packed with clothing stores, pachinko slots, restaurants, bars, Gaijin bars, and about 20 Mr. Doughnut bakeries. Here are some photos:

Me stalking some underaged boys who are playing the drum game as seen in Lost in Translation. They gathered quite a crowd--mainly consisting of older men and teenage girls.

On my way towards downtown.

Front entrance to Sun Road Shinshigai

Pachinko and shit. It even requires an membership.

I actually got in trouble for taking pictures inside the "game area," but I then apologized and said sorry and that I don't understand Japanese, and when I say it I apparently sound deaf (as told by my boss), so I guess it makes them feel bad in the end that they just ended up yelling at some deaf gaijin.

These are those photobooths you see groups of girls line up just to have their photos taken. You can adjust the setting to make your eyes look bigger or add bows and hearts all around your face-- pop art photos. The chicks eyes in this photo kept on lighting up in different colors, it scared me, and then for some reason I felt like raging.

UFO catchers! I really don't know how the fuck people win shit from these machines. One day my little stuffy, I will win you.

Some Hello Kitty popcorn machine.

Today was my only day off so I spent it wisely, visiting downtown, and buying some beer. I then Skyped with Jason for about 4 hours talking about my work and how kids have a game here where they try to shove their hand as far up your asshole as possible and how one devil child punched me in the boob. I later punched him back and reminded him "This is the American way on how I deal with skum like you" Well, not really, but I it did cross my mind.