Y’all know what time it is!
I still remember fondly when he first snatched my full attention. It was via my comment section no less. He was responding to some denial-ism being unleashed by a Japanese reader to a post I wrote about a year ago called “Ambassador Extraordinaire” in which he’d said:
“…In a perfect world I could don a ninja suit at night and tap motherfuckers with my brass knuckles and then leave a sticky note on their forehead for them to read after they regain consciousness (I’d need a Japanese Robin to my Batman) to write the notes in Japanese though 🙁
The only thing i hate more than racist narrow minded Japanese is foreigners who come here and adopt that shit. (I’m mostly looking at you England) You fuckers both have some weird formality a.k.a social bullshit that goes back to your King/Emperor pasts. I don’t trust either of your lying asses and thankfully I have already put brass to brain on one English flunky with too much juice in him. *****waits for another chance***** 🙂 “
He had been commenting on my blog for almost a year already up til that point but for the most part his comments had been merely thoughtful and funny, if not a bit on the aggressive side. But, that day (and I remember I was at Starbucks somewhere and spat my coffee all over the fucking table) , for so eloquently and consistently putting into words that which had resided in my heart but I had not the balls to say aloud. From that point on I had given the Bad Boy Sacred Cow status on Loco in Yokohama as a small measure of gratitude (and never looked back) allowing him to speak his peace in whatever manner he saw fit!
And speak it he did.
I’m sure more than a few commenters read his comments and were intimidated and I’m sure I lost a few as well. Small price to pay for the jewels this man drops and the lessons he’s taught me about living out loud and writing your heart.
Since then he has gathered momentum (not to mention a growing readership) on his relatively new blog: Confessions of a Bad Boy in Japan And Loco in Yokohama is proud to have been a small part of the inspiration for it.
So, without further ado, Bad Boy? Loco in Yokohama is all yours!
What’s the Loco-est thing you’ve ever seen or done in Japan?
I smuggled dope into Japan via Fukuoka Intl Airport. I was convinced that the authorities in Hawaii knew but were passing it off to the stricter country and making it bigger by letting it be smuggling instead of attempted smuggling. I taped the living shit outta one box and barely taped the other as bait. They took it. The heavily taped box was wrapped in U.S. inspectors tape when I saw it in Japan and it was searched again in Fukuoka. They never looked at the loosely /hardly taped one which contained 5 satellite speakers from a Sony 5.1 unit. Speakers are often packed with stuffing to enhance the small speakers low freq. (I’m an Audiophile/Car stereo freak) and I guessed they might be so accustomed to the shadow in the speaker that they wouldn’t think twice. The liquid **** was poured over warm cotton. (Easily separated later). They mighta not have noticed even if they had taken a Philips screwdriver and removed 3 screws to take of the back which was also barely super glued.
I did it for the rush. But I believe I had some mini heart attacks during the long flight to Japan. My left hand was numb and my chest was chronically cramped the whole time. I felt like I did the moment before I bungee jumped but for 9 straight hours. It was physical and emotional hell. I had done it twice before but I had bad feelings this time. The NEXT time they searched and went crazy which is detailed here: JAL & The FBI (My ticket?…Motherfucker)
Why do you blog about life in Japan?
I feel like a square peg looking at a buncha round holes. In Hawaii I could just cruise and enjoy but Japan has made me look around myself more. Not happy so much with what I see and that includes this place and the locals and foreigners too. I came here for safety reasons (I didn’t wanna die) so it is what it is and I LOVE teaching as my 1st blog showed but there is no shortage of fucked up people over here. On an island like Oahu being 2 faced or breaking your word is bullshit that will catch up to you quick (being on a little island in the middle of the Pacific tends to make it like that)
Is violence really necessary?
Yes….sadly, it is the only thing that works sometimes. Being punked is not optional. I fought since childhood and I continue till as recently as last February/March but I pick my spots better now. “Hit and Run” keeps it fun. People and entire countries use violence as a form of communication when other forms have failed.
I’m a great communicator 🙂
@Bad Boy: Man, thank you so much for laying down these lyrics here at my spot. You’re the most righteous!
@My readers: Show the Bad Boy some much deserved love and treat yourselves to his stories. His blog kicks ass and takes names. You want Sumo, shrines, sakura trees, and sake, go finger google. You want the rawness Japan has to offer through the eyes of a man who’ll lay it down, fat-free and un-cut? Check out the Bad Boy!
Tell him Loco sent ya!
And speaking of rawness, the Bad Boy is in the process of launching a new endeavor. One that will introduce readers to a number of bloggers who are able to illustrate the rawness of Japan with a high level of intelligence, creativity, wit, humor and depth.
This new blog is aptly named:
And trust me, the wasabi was not forgotten! Just click on the banner above and feast your mind!
(Mind you it’s still in its early stages, but get in now so you can say “Man, I’ve been on board since back in da days!”)
And, please don’t forget to keep Praying for Japan! People are still struggling and suffering!
If you haven’t gotten your copy of Quakebook 2:46 yet, well, it ain’t just gonna materialize on your Kindle! See that big ass link on my sidebar? Use it! And spread the word. A paper version, as well as a Japanese version, are coming soon!
This party WILL continue…
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And, if you got a sec, and in the mood for another side of Loco, check out my new blog: