Osaka Cherokee

Well I officially started my football career today. We had a three hour practice. Shit was fucking awesome. Let me tell you, having a free reign to just barrel into people and inflict as much damage as possible is fucking great. We got some big dudes on our team. There's a couple fuckers bigger than me. But they aren't as crazy as I am. Man, I cannot wait to do this again next Sunday.
I can't believe I'm thirty years old and playing on a ratty ass football league in Japan. I'm not gonna have a secure 401k or a nest egg or anything else that I don't know anything about but I'll definitely die with the most memories and stories.

For those of you that know football I'm the defensive tackle. Goddamn this shit is awesome.

Well if all goes as planned it looks like I'll be playing in a football league. I can't fucking wait! I'm gonna play defense and my first goal is to hit somebody so hard they get seriously injured. My first goal was to hit somebody so hard I kill 'em but I've since realized such a feat would weigh heavy on my conscience.

I've been training in preparation for the madness. I did a shitload of jump squats on top of my usual leg routine and then ran a bunch of wind sprints last night on top of a little 2 mile run. My legs feel like somebody beat them with a baseball bat!

i got harrassed by the coppers the other night. its safety week again so those fuckers are out there harrassing everybody for no reason so they don't have to do there job the other 51 weeks of the year. i got stopped because my bike doesn't have a light on it. mother fuckers! why don't they go out there and stop all the child molesting old guys instead of bothering people on bikes. i was a real dickhead to the cop too. i'm like that when i know they can't really do anything to you. i basically called him an asshole and shit while he was checking if they bike had been reported stolen. fuck these guys.

also there's a new weird guy at the tennoji train station (the sothernmost station of osaka city). he walks around with a cat on his shoulder. the cat is all dolled up in a little hooded sweatshirt. dare i go so far and to use the hip term of our day and call it a "hoodie"? i hate that fucking word. i little piece of me dies every time a friend says it. anyway this guy always takes the cat up to high places with a ledge and leans over so the cat can see over the edge. i'm not sure what this is all about. the cat doesn't seem to mind so i guess its to each his own.