A pictureless post!

Somewhat dark days are upon us here in Japanland. Unfortunately, it now appears that Nova is unsalvageable. The Japanese staff will not have been paid for a month and our payday has, for the first time in my 8 years with the company, been pushed back from the 15th to the 19th, though I hold little hope that we will be paid on the 19th. I have been in touch with Phil at ajarn.com and will put together a multi page article on the details of Nova's demise when ('if' seems unrealistic) it fully submerges. Obviously losing a job is not a pleasant experience, but I do qualify for unemployment and have spoken with the owner at Hills about increasing my hours in the event Nova closes. I expect I will transition out of this much less painfully than some people with families, mortgages, etc.. I am not one to wallow in self pity...even if my life has been a hard one. I won't allow difficulty to stand in my way. I remember a youth spent sharing a bedroom with my brother and the stigma attached to not having a Nintendo as soon as it came out (we waited half a year as I recall). But these facts only inspired me to work hard at school and consistently pull down a B+ average. Though I could only afford a state University I was determined to prove my worth and I drank as much as many of the working class kids though they had more practice throughout high school. Upon graduation I was forced to flee the United States because of my fluency in French. I spent many a cold night in Quebec with only a belly full of beer (and shared apartment) to keep me warm. Later I came to Japan. Again I was persecuted due to the color of my skin and forced to drink for free at the behest of Japanese people looking for foreign friends...mine is a life of woe. A years sojourn in Thailand saw me temporarily rich on cattle ranching, but the expenses of keeping a farm forced me back to Japan and into this mess. Oh God, Why me? Why me? Soon I shall have to live without the means to eat out more than several times a week and I may even be forced to drink wines in provenance of Chile or South Africa. Nonetheless, I shall survive.

Where bladders are bursting and bowels are bulging...Where mere mortals search in vain for a vestibule of relief...Where last night's burrito and the morning coffee collide...Where happy hour drinks plead for an exit...One man stands alone against all odds...One man guides the urgently needy to an oasis of comfort...That man is...Toilet Man!