"I'd like to be, under the sea...", and other era spanning summer tales from the sweaty armpit of central Japan and beyond.
Without any further ado, a croupy seal barking ode to yet another spring of gaijin malaise and misanthropy in Deadbeat City. Viva late middle age.
24-30-57 (current year, years I've frittered away here in Losersville, years on earth) Now...please let it be spring.
