Working for a living: More ironic in other places.

Dead tired? I probably don't know the half of it. If you scroll down that page you'll see more pictures of men in business suits who seem to have just fallen asleep (likely they were drunk, too) on their way home from work on sidewalks, in front of malls or stores, curled over their briefcases, bottled tea silently holding vigil as the rest of the workday pedestrians stroll past their limp bodies, leaving them the simple peace that must be the only way they can have any rest.

I know, a second post about Japan in a row? A fixation, Ronnie San? Well, you could say that. I have been planning to visit Japan for years now but have not been able to make it real because of, well...work. I have been going through many worries of late with family being sick and deadlines looming and other pressures. I know, "Mwaaaahhh! Oh, poor working man who draws cartoons! His life has pressures, mwaaah! Sniff!" I get it. I can deal with my day at work. I'm glad I'm not any one of these poor shlubs who have no choice but to get on the subway and hope to catch some guilt-free shut-eye on the way home.

The Masamania.com author was apparently a former porn director (his simple logic about sex--the everday kind that results in you and me, as well as the filmed kind--is amusing and straightforward) wants to talk about what no one wants to talk about in his country. That should give you a clue that there are posts in the archives that are worksafe-not.

This page is made up of photos I actually take in twon. .I hope I can show and tell you the real, true Japan that cannot be seen in other mas media. I am living in Tokyo, Japan. I was born in Japan, grown up in Japan, study English in Japan. This is the reason I can speak Engrish. Some people complain that my updating and email response is slow. And other people conplain that my englsih is poor.

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