In The Miso Soup

My friends have always told me I’m a pessimist, that I tend to see the dark side of everything, and I think that may have something to do with Dad dying when I was so young. It was definitely a shock when he died. The worst possible scenario is always taking shape behind the scenes, where no one can detect it or see it coming, and then one day, boom, it becomes your reality. And once it’s real, it’s too late to do anything about it. That’s what I learned from my father’s death.

Everybody lies at one time or another. But once someone makes a habit of lying, once it becomes a part of their everyday life, denial kicks in. Even the fact that they’re lying begins to fade into the background, and in extreme cases they actually forget. I know more than a few people like that, and I make sure to steer clear of them, because they’re the world’s biggest pains in the ass. Not to mention dangerous.

For someone who couldn’t wait he looked awfully bored.

For someone who couldn’t wait he looked awfully bored

But now I’m in the miso soup myself

I wondered why all the people you meet have to be such liars.

But I guess they just like black people, huh?

And his dingaling was, like . . . creepy.

Gay: Atashi Kenji ’te iu no yo!

There are six categories of bonno,