Irezumi (163 hits)
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Submitted by ramirez60 (View user info) at 2007-04-12 21:43:28 EDT
One helluva vacation. Really, my wife has a point. I should take some time off this crap. Maybe I should take time off her, to finish this crap. This city is knee-deep in filth, and this city is just a fraction of the world. Hell, not even a fraction, a blip. A fucking blip, and the debauchery that goes on is indescribable. It would make young schoolboys piss their pants, and girls feint like they were watching tentacle rape.
How the hell did I end up like this? Half-Japanese American, working the Tokyo underground as a cop, it reeks of a budget film. There was one thing I had, I was good. I did whatever they gave me, and they didn't ask questions. I'd been burying trash so bad that they decided I could take some time off, rest from the mental anguish. It wasn't going to work. I had a hunch. You know, the feeling in the pit of your stomach, no rationale, but somehow you can't let it go. It's never wrong, like when you first think the girl's cheating on you. Or when you first realize that girl you bought a drink for was really a guy, it's the inner workings of the universe unraveling its brilliant plan in the only form it can. A hunch.
What's the connection? They sent me to Hakone, an onsen near Tokyo telling me to relax. Get buck-ass naked and lounge around in some boiling hot water with a group of mis-figured men in desperate need of rest, not my idea of relaxing. I bitched, but finally I realized I had a lead here. Usually I just ditch the leads that lead me to the outskirts, small-time junkies, not worth the effort. Something here wasn't right though. This one gave me the urge to wrench out the truth, even from just a small-time junkie. When you roll around with trash as much as I do, you don't feel bad about yourself when you're beating a naked pimp as his hooker stands their mortified. Sometimes, you even want to do it.
In Japan, you don't usually run across unique names. There's a list, and everyone picks their kids name off the list. So when that tattoo'ed junkie said a name that led to this one guy, I was curious. A two-bit dealer in Hakone? What was the connection? This smelt like a rotting carcass, and I wanted to get out. Something about this screamed that I was getting in over my head, that I was going to lose it all for this fuckin' case. So there I was, standing in front of the door of a guy who ran a sushi shop. Ready to talk my way into the back, and meet this sumo-wrestler somehow wrapped up in a tattoo artist drug ring, I really wonder if it's really worth it. If I shouldn't go back to the wife, retire, and raise some kids in a sheep farm out in New Zealand. I really ponder if some holy spirit designed the world so that this one moment could happen.
Fuck it...
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Submitted by ramirez60 (user info) at 2007-04-12 23:38:37 EDT (#)
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Crap. I also used the wrong their once. Bah, I should read more carefully before I hit submit. Sorry..
Submitted by Fatterrific (user info) at 2007-04-12 22:51:46 EDT (#)
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You misspelled "faint". Feint has a completely different meaning.
Submitted by Antioxident (user info) at 2007-04-12 22:08:26 EDT (#)
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