Without intention, I’ve been very exposed to Japanese dramas and media. An empty train station in the middle of the night is the perfect place to discover the last vampire or for a young man to meet a beautiful lady. This is not New York. Getting stabbed or shot is the last thing on my mind.
It is here that I begin to remember all the things I love about Japan. This time around though there are lots of things I’ve come to hate as well… Like the overworked businessman who hates his life so much he wants me to end it for him. …