New Kicks

I started writing about the locale, the people, and all those other piecemeal posts I said I was going to, but it was just way too wordy and boring. Instead I'm going to do what I usually do which is start out with some of kind of ambitious plan and slowly back away from it.

June and July are part of the rainy season, so when it starts to pour the people here don't let me work out in the fields. Its funny because I can still see the 80 year old Obaachan (old woman) I work with continually plucking onions from the Earth's ripe bosom, or hoeing away at some patch of dirt, all during a torrential downpour while I'm sitting on a heated rug sipping on warm miso soup.

Because of today's rain, Taisho and his wife took me on a drive to Hiroshima city to do some shopping. Taisho wanted some new Timbalands, and his wife wanted to get out of the country and release some tension with a nice long drive. On the way to Hiroshima, I decided on my next pair of kicks.


They are called Jikatabi, and mostly construction workers, low wage laborers, or ninjas in the footclan wear them. During the entire time I've been in NYC, I have yet to see anyone wear these. Once I bring them back I'll be the baddest dude on the block for sure. And because of the stigma associated with people who wear this type of shoe in Japan, they are cheap as shit. Only $20 bucks!!

Once I get these kicks I'll have all I need to get the nod from The Shredder. Then I can freely distribute cartons of cigarettes to minors, steal television sets with the rabbit ears attached to them, and do all other types of hoodrat stuff with my friends.