Allahu Akbar

Allahu akbar
So I know it's been like a month since I've updated and I doubt anyone is reading this but basically I had to work overtime and it really was kinda shit. Not just like a few hours a week, either. Some weeks were in excess of 65 hours.
That went on forever--
and then after it finally ended I had a few days off so I went to Osaka.
Let me tell you what Osaka is like: it's awesome. It's the biggest city I've ever seen.
Well, except New York City.
And Seoul.
But those don't count because I only saw those through the airport and I think technically the airport in Seoul is in the ass end of Incheon.
Just like the Busan airport is in Gimhae.
No I don't understand it either.
It's not like these are suburbs of these places either (although technically that's how they function I suppose) but if you were to address a letter to someone in Gimhae at no point would the address contain a reference to Busan.
It's all been so long I don't even know what to say. I don't even know how to unpack all this.
66 hours a week is a fucking nightmare and by the end everyone is so grumpy and like two of the higher level management is bitching at me
about nothing, really, and it's like motherfucker
I didn't want to be here
this wasn't my idea
just send everyone home
But you know get drunk with everyone the day of the part and suddenly everyone is cool
people are are fucking weird, man.
So anyway then I go to Osaka which was a nightmare flight that got delayed--
well I missed my first flight and all this overtime and generally not spending money while here in Korea means I can just buy another ticket without really blinking so that's what I did--
so then this flight is delayed because of all the rain or something. Then there are a bunch of, and I have no way of saying this without sounding racist so I'll just say it, Muslims and they're being super loud during the flight and it's just me and this 80 year old Korean man exchanging concerned glances the entire time.
But it was fine. Except I think Japanese immigration was getting ready to deny them entry for some reason. I dunno. All I know is I sailed through immigration and they were being detained.
So then I take a taxi--
in Japan--
which as it turns out is a huge mistake.
So he drives for a while and he ends up in this narrow ass road in like a residential neighborhood and he has to turn around and he's like welp
that's the end of the taxi ride
so I say hey wait no you can't just ditch me here where's the fucking hotel
and he's like oh
it's over there
and so I say well fucking drive me there
and he says he can't and it's time for me to get out
oh by the way it's 11,400 yen (114 dollars) and I about flipped my shit but no, that's ok, my laptop is in his trunk and I'd rather be out 114 dollars and hopelessly lost in the dead of the night in an unfamiliar Osaka suburb that might or might not be owned by organized crime than definitely lose my laptop.
You know because I can potentially carry through and get to my hotel but if I throw a shitfit that laptop and all my clothes are definitely gone.
So I get out and I make sure to position myself so he can't see where he's turning and he scratches the hell out of his side (good fuck that guy) and then I start my hike.
So he seemed to indicate that the road would continue to the main drag where the hotels were (I could see a rather porno looking hotel called Hotel Layla close) but no, the road ends and turns into a gravel road and some woods.
And I think oh good this is how I die.
So I walk through the black woods
of Osaka
Japan
fortunately I didn't see anything and I ended up just making it to the road.
My keen survival instinct just informs me I should keep left at all times so that's what I do and luckily the hotel isn't that far.
Maybe it's just me but as I'm walking in all these unfamiliar places I always try to remind myself about how low the crime rate of Korea or Japan or wherever is
but then there's this moment where I think yeah but it isn't 0
but luckily, no, nothing happens.
So I get to my hotel and by now it's 10:00 PM and I'm just ready to go home
to fucking America I mean
but I check in and what the fuck is this hotel room
it's gorgeous.
Like I have never seen a cleaner hotel room. The room had a desk and couch and a king size bed and a huge projector that worked as a TV. 100 inch TV in my room.
Oh and a slot machine. I was told they had Fist of the North Star slot machines but sadly wasn't lucky enough to get one of those rooms.
This hotel was like 40 dollars a night, mind you.
I'd like to see what an 80 dollar hotel looks like.
So at this point I think hey this'll be ok.
Even if I can't find anything chilling in a room that isn't perpetually a little bit damp due to the age, humidity of the place it's in and the general pissing-down-rain nature of Korea will be great.
So at this point I think oh good I have no clue where I am at all
most people do research but fuck those people frankly
you have way more fun when you wing it I think
So I ask the desk lady hey where's the station and she gives me a map and circles the nearest terminal.
So I think hey this'll be it then.
So I go up to my room and it's time for Japanese TV
turn it on
porno
this is going to be a theme running through the whole of the trip to Japan, really.
So after checking that indeed I just turn the TV on to porno a few times I decide to see if there's any better porno on. Flip through the channels? no more porno.
But oh wait there's an entire softcore channel just part of the basic cable package apparently.
So then I discover that there's an Art of Gundam show so I fucking went to that shit hardcore, man.
That was my entire Saturday.
That and going to Den-Den Town where they sell everything for nerds
basically nerd heaven is what I'm trying to say. And occasionally you see a hot chick dressed as some sort of weird anime character.
Basically where I want to go when I die.
Anyway that's about it for today I might post again tomorrow with something relevant I dunno
fuck blogging