ESCAPE FROM SNAKE ISLAND - PART 3

I’VE BEEN TO KAGOSHIMA 3 TIMES NOW. I’VE ALSO BEEN TAKEN TO ONE PARTICULAR VIETNAMESE RESTAURANT IN KAGOSHIMA EACH OF THOSE 3 TIMES. THIS TIME AROUND I WAS ESCORTED BY FIVE BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMEN. NATURALLY, I’D MUCH PREFER SITTING AROUND WITH A BUNCH OF FAT DUDES TALKING BASEBALL STATS… BUT AS JESUS TAUGHT, TO LIVE IS TO SUFFER.

AT LEAST I THINK IT WAS JESUS. IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN MY OLD TEACHER, FATHER HEALY. HE USED TO BEAT US.


NO NIGHT OUT ON THE TOWN WITH FIVE FINE LADIES IS COMPLETE WITHOUT A TRIP TO THE PHOTO PRINT CLUB AT THE ARCADE (ALSO KNOWN AS PURINTO KURABU (OR PURI-KURA), TO THOSE WHO PREFER ENGRISH).


AFTERWARDS, YOU CAN WORK ON THE COMPUTER SCREEN TO PRETTY UP YOUR PICS WITH FLOWERS, STRAWBERRIES AND RAINBOWS. IF I WASN’T CLEARLY SO MACHO, I MIGHT WORRY ABOUT MY PARTICIPATION COMING ACROSS AS A LITTLE… GAY... PERHAPS.

NOTHING A NIGHT OF SITTING AROUND WITH FAT DUDES TALKING BASEBALL STATS COULDN’T REMEDY, THOUGH.