Osaka Cherokee

the forces that be have chosen my wife to be the hancho (as in Head Honcho) of our little cul de sac area thing place. the force not being dictated by the alinement of the planets, a good ol' american vote, or the fact that takami has any leadership qualities whatsoever. in this case the force is just plain linear order. i think there are six month periods of hancho-dom that move along the line of houses. the next door guy was hancho for his alotted time now the torch has been passed to an unwilling takami. poor girl. she's the kind of person who avoids responsibility like my dad avoids tom waits' albums. she's the type that wants praise when she remembers to put a new toiilet paper roll on the spinner if she uses up the old one.

i don't think she has anything to really worry about though. i'm sure it can't be that taxing of a job. its not like she'll have to make any important decisions or have to repave the street by herself or anything like that (though the thought of her in a hard hat shoveling asphalt is fairly alluring. stop thinking about it right now glavich!). i am hoping that her new status might somehow trickle down to your boy though. "hey listen fucker, get down and lick my shoes. my wife's the HANCHO!" you may remember that i am officially second in command of security in this parameter. maybe with my connections to the top dog i can get promoted to head security guy. then i'll really clean this place up. when that old lady comes over to water our flowers (takami always forgets. see above's lack of responsibility rant) i'll flog her in the head with a rolled up newspaper. that's a 602, trespassing and unlawfully pestering a neighbor's foliage missy! get back to your house now before i go and get my spray bottle!"

the one thing i don't understand is why i wasn't named hancho. i'm the head of the house. it says "Cain" on the...ok...it doesn't say Cain anywhere but damnit i'm the boss of this here homestead. i'm sure they had to discuss it with all the surrounding areas. i can imagine the spectacle that ensued after it was realized that the next in line for the pseduo-leadership was a 6'5" blonde haired, blue eyed, american malcontent. they definitely had to search up and down for a clause to keep that title from being bestowed on the impure nonjapanese. oh well... i can't complain.

song of the day: T-Model Ford- To the Left To the Right

I was walking back from the supermarket this morning and a retarded boy one of those adult tricycles greeted me with a "Hello. How are you?" he had his retarded little sister in the basket in the back. I just nodded and kept going. I realized to late that I really should have bought the ticket and gotten on board for that ride. Where ever those two were going some crazy shit was sure to follow. I probably would've seen all kinds of things I've never seen before. Can you imagine all the adventures those two are having right now? Oh well...we'll just chalk this one up as another missed opportunity.



Song of the Day: The Pogues- The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn