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I gotta admit that I really enjoy meetin’ people and sharin’ good stories with them.
Good story tellers always appreciate each others company.
I think I was born to be a sailor.
Because I love the water and sailor’s tell the best stories.
Long hours of tediousness and boredom at sea punctuated by short periods of indescribable terror and panic create the perfect environment for telling stories.
Not only that… but in all of that monotony sailors themselves since time began have sat around in circles and passed the ‘story torch.’
I do it on the street all the time.
It always goes like this…
I meet someone and they tell an interesting story that I appreciate hearing.
Doesn’t matter if the story is good most of the time…
a good story teller is an artist that can render any tale exciting and pull you right into it.
The thing is… and this is always true…
someone who tells a good story appreciates hearing one back.
It’s almost an unwritten rule and many a time I’ve listened to a guy finish tellin’ a story and then he looks at me like ‘alright… what do you got?’
I’ve dug hearing great stories since I was a kid and my grandfather told me all kinds of stories about World War Two in the Pacific.
I couldn’t get enough of those stories and everytime I saw him it was the first thing I asked him…
‘tell me another story grampa.’
I used to sit there and visualize the stories he told.
I’d actually ‘see’ what he was talking about in my mind and in my memories I can still ‘see’ his stories today.
I remember the way the sun glinted off the wings of the Japanese Zero Fighter that turned into his position and started firing it’s machine guns at him and his buddies…
the muzzle flashes of the guns in the wings of that plane and the seconds later sound of spent brass bullet cartridges hitting the ground with a ‘tinging’ noise.
I could ‘smell’ the sweat of fear as he jumped into a foxhole and said a few words to God as that plane flew overhead.
Shit like that makes a good story and as Irish as my grandfather was the stories always improved with a little bit of whiskey so as I grew older and encouraged him to drink more the same stories just kept getting better and better.
They got even better when he encouraged me to take a few sips of the whiskey.
‘How did you FEEL when that plane pointed right at you and started shooting’ I asked him once.
Man I really miss that man and his stories.
I wish I’d have recorded them all.
He gave me that and those were the best memories of my childhood.
Stories have gotten me into trouble and stories have gotten me out of it.
I’d just gotten kicked out of Japan for stabbin’ a guy with a broken beer bottle.
I’m not a violent thug…
the dude broke into my home wearing a mask and I woke up none too sober after a great night at The Pig and The Whistle bar in Osaka.
It was kinda weird because I woke up punching some stranger in the face right over my futon.
He was wearing what looked like a white pillow case with eye holes cut into it and I’d broken his nose by the time I ‘really’ woke up so my first recollection of the whole thing was looking at my right fist about to hit the guy’s face again and all kindsa blood on his mask.
I was confused as shit.
‘What was I doing… and who’s face was I pummeling’ I wondered as I took another punch.
‘Why am I doing this’ I asked myself.
I knew I must’ve had a really good reason though.
I was really hoping it wasn’t my roommate playing some kind of a joke.
Which was confirmed when he came around screaming behind me.
He was kinda confused too.
In that split second where I stopped trying to kill the guy and ask my roommate what the fuck was going on the guy took expert advantage of that distraction and proceeded to try to kill me.
I had no idea what the hell was going on but pretty simply put the guy was trying to kill me so I figured that if I could avoid that that maybe I could figure it all out later.
I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t really wanna kill the guy…
I was just tryin’ to get some sleep after all of those Asahi’s and now look what I gotta deal with.
for some reason I just wanted to throw the guy outta my house.
Seemed smart at the time.
Well thought out.
A good plan even.
The thought of holding him ’til the police came never even entered my mind.
Maybe because we didn’t have a phone and I wouldn’t know how to call the cops in Japan anyway.
I don’t even remember how I got the empty Asahi bottle in my hand or how it got broken like that.
I mighta taken it away from him.
My roommate was no help at all…
he was screamin’ like a little girl who just saw a nasty spider and the shock of the whole thing just rendered him incapacitated as all get out.
I can understand his gettin’ freaked out.
As crazy as it is wakin’ up findin’ yourself tryin’ to kill a guy it’s prolly crazier to wake up watchin’ your roommate tryin’ to kill some masked guy in your house.
Busy as I was tryin’ to kill the guy I didn’t have the luxury of freakin’ out.
Somehow with the jagged beer bottle in my right hand and the dude with a broken nose in a headlock in my left arm I got to the front door… maybe he’d left it open when he broke in because I don’t know how I could even have opened it with my hands full of hell like that.
And I know my roommate didn’t open it.
By this time he’d gone fetal on the floor.
Sometimes I wonder about my reactions that night.
I didn’t think about callin’ the police until it was all over.
Instinct told me that life would be a lot better if the guy who was tryin’ to kill me wasn’t in my house anymore.
It all happened so fast.
When I threw him out the door somehow I pulled the guys mask off.
I felt like I hadda see his face.
When I did that he turned back on me in this rage that I’d never seen in a person before.
He was goin’ for me hard and I just kind of without much thinking stabbed him in the stomach with the jagged beer bottle.
I had never stabbed anyone before and right after I did it I was tellin’ myself ‘dude… you just stabbed a guy.’
Sort of a weird thing to think.
I guess I thought maybe he’d just die then.
I don’t know… I never killed a guy with a broken beer bottle to the gut before.
The whole thing was a new experience.
I mean… I stuck him pretty good.
Shards of glass stuck in his stomach and some other shards fell onto the tile floor.
He got this really surprised look on his face for a second…
like ‘why the fuck did you just stab me asshole?’
There wasn’t time to say ‘because I woke up with you tryin’ to kill me dickhead.’
Besides… I didn’t know how to say that in japanese.
Instead he recovered from his initial shock and came at me again.
I couldn’t believe this guy.
And my freakin’ out room mate is freakin’ out even more ’cause now I just stabbed the guy.
It wasn’t like I was left with a whole lotta choices man.
The whole situation was a lot to deal with and I was starting to get pissed off.
I was woken up enough by that time that I finally decided to kill the guy with my bare hands.
I’d had enough of this shit you know?
Didja ever just try to get some sleep and all of the sudden you gotta kill a guy?
A guy who seems hell bent on killin’ you?
I wasn’t angry or mad or filled with hatred… I just wanted some peace in my life and this guy’s completely going apeshit on me and we seem to have differing agendas on how the evening should end.
And I still don’t know what the whole thing’s all about.
We fought there in the hallway in front of the front door…
It was comedic really in a way when I think back on it…
there was so much blood on the floor and I’m barefoot in my underwear tryin’ to kill the guy but I can’t keep from slipping in the blood.
Couldn’t stay on my feet for all the money in the world.
Neither could he.
We ended up wrestling on the floor.
Blood on porcelain tile is really slippery.
I think losin’ as much blood as he did just took the fight out of him.
The last few throws from either of us were weak and exasperating.
I don’t know what told me to let him go but I did.
Something just told me it was all over.
He stumbled down the hallway and I went back inside.
The hallway was a bloody mess.
It was blood all over the floor… bloody smeared handprints on the wall…
I sat down on my futon and tried to figure out if any of the blood that covered me was mine.
Did a little examination of all my extremities and such.
A couple of cuts on my feet maybe from walking on the broken glass.
Now is where I started to get angry.
I didn’t ask for any of that.
I tried asking my room mate what the fuck that was all about but all he could do was talk gibberish.
He couldn’t even get the words out.
I don’t know who called the cops and they seemed to show up pretty quickly.
Lots of them.
Now I hadda deal with that shit too.
I couldn’t even get dressed and go wash the blood off.
They wouldn’t let me.
Because they were too busy taking pictures of me and the blood I was wearing.
The first thing the cops asked when they got there and saw the bloody mess in the hallway was ‘where is the body.’
Come on man.
Some dude just broke into my house for reasons unknown in a mask and tried to kill me and freaked the shit out of my roommate.
And now I gotta be interrogated?
I really just wanted to take a shower and go back to sleep.
I knew enough japanese to score with the ladies but I had no idea how to talk to these guys.
It was crazy mojo all the way around…
and I told them what happened but they kept treating me like the criminal here.
Which it turned out they presumed me to be.
Because I stabbed the guy OUTSIDE of my house.
And I told them that.
It’s funny how things go that way.
It all made perfect sense at the time.
I didn’t think… ‘don’t stab the guy because he’s outside of your house and it’s a whole different ballgame if you kill him there versus killin’ him in your bedroom according to the law.’
But it was.
That’s where I learned it’s always better to call your lawyer before you call the police.
Lawyers are better at making up stories in the middle of the night than you or I will ever be.
Not that I thought I needed a story…
it seemed pretty obvious what had happened.
But the ‘lack of a body’ seemed to get everybody upset.
After lots and lots of interrogation I was simply advised by the police the next morning that everything would be better if I just left Japan right away.
Before I was charged with something like murder.
If they found that guy’s body.
So I quickly packed up my backpack and decided to take their advice.
I cleaned up… shared a coffee with the roomie who could talk now and told him I’d keep in touch.
The best way out I’d figured was the Port of Osaka.
There’s all kinds of ships comin’ in and out and I knew I could hitch a ride with one.
Sailors don’t ask too many questions.
Australia was soundin’ good and I’d told my room mate that before I left.
‘I’ll send you a postcard’ I told him.
I couldn’t find a ship headed to Australia that day… but there was one heading to Shanghai and that was like half way according to my map.
I figured I’d hafta try and jump another ship right there in Shanghai.
I’d think about all that when I got there.
When I approached the ship I asked one of the crew memebers if I might be able to trouble them for a ride to Shanghai.
‘Whaddaya got’ of of the sailors said… beginning the negotiations over how much the fare was gonna cost me.
‘I’m a great story teller’ I said.
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