Reign of Terror

So lately I haven't been sleeping all that well, and things around the place have been really annoying me. I've been some what agitated by a range of things, like children walking to school or an old man that might look at me the wrong way.

Even the gym has joined the effort to piss me off and I was required to upgrade my account to a regular member at the gym. While this means I can use it any time I want, as opposed to only from 10am to 6pm Monday to Saturday, it also means I have to fork out and additional $30 a month. I bared with it, and paid the money. I did my work out and as I exited I met another foreigner who lives in Kitakami named Derek. When I mentioned they wouldn't let me in with my previous membership he was surprised... He had just entered... With the same membership I owned.

Today was no different. I've become used to catching trains by now. I know that during peak hour they can be busy, crowded and kind of smelly. Today however the train I caught during rush hour was not packed like a sardine can as per usual. In fact there were several open seats when I entered the carriage. So I thought my luck had finally changed and things were gonna go my way for the first time in over a week. Oh but wait, I had to sit next to a kid with attitude who in front of his friends spread his legs at out as much as he could so the gap in between him and the old lady next too him would still let me sit, but it would be tight.

Now I know for a fact he did not need that much ball space. I've been in the Gym sauna and as much as it disturbed me to see it I know the truth about Japanese Guys and downstairs. So that was it. This kid was just been a brat. So here were my choices: I could sit down in the small space. Uncomfortable but at least I wasn't backing down. Alternatively I could find another seat and shatter my pride and this kid would forever be known to his friends as Kazuma: The Gaijin (Foreign) Crusher - Who eats seven white children for breakfast every morning after his green tea.

No, I couldn't let that happen. So I sat down next to him. Things slowed down as I approached that tight spot. I watched as he looked from me to his friends. He caught my eyes, I caught his. I could see the yellow at the edges, clearly he had stayed awake all night torturing Gaijins like myself. I could imagine them, hanging bound in shackles, hanging from their wrists on walls in his dungeon underneath his family house. That bastard!

He widened his legs more, this kid was really trying to intimidate me. And so I sat. The gap had been smaller then I thought. On one side of me was a wrinkled old lday, shifting uncomfortably in her seat because of the foreign devil that had just sat next to her. Undoubtedly my arm hairs must have felt like razors to the old thing. On the other side, Gaijin Crusher, with his legs sprawled out making life uncomfortable for me.

Then I remembered: My bag. It was full of curriculum books I had taken to the office today. One book is light, but I had at least eight of them, and it was a heavy bag. The sweat on my back could vouch for that. Like MacGyver I figured out my resources. A bag with eight books in it, and added to that I had a shit load of spare change in the front. This thing was like swinging a bloody semitrailer over my shoulder. And so I did what I had too. As I pulled my bag from the floor to "Find my Ipod" I swung it into Gaijin Crushers open legs. He groaned as a brick shit house slammed into his nuts, with any luck preventing any chance of Gainjin Crusher from ever fathering an heir to his thrown of evil.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

A grin spread over my face and to him I said one thing:

"...Sumimasen (Excuse Me)"

And so I spread my legs out and shifted my butt. Fifty minutes on that train, and I would spend them in comfort.