My mom was a prison warden with the car radio when I was a kid so I grew up on 70s FM in the back seat of her Cutlas Sierra. I was young and just realizing that I was a bit different so when “Disco Inferno” or “I Will Survive” came on, I asked my mom to crank the damn thing up. Now, I Tunes Radio provides for all my 70s listening pleasure thanks to All Hits 70s on Sky FM. No FM 70s radio stations here in Sushiville.

I get to listen to or do whatever the hell I want to now that I’m living in Tokyo. Mornings are spent at the gym or at yoga or volunteering. Afternoons are free for, well, stuff. Lunching with friends, reading, exploring the city. It all sounds so fucking wonderful but really, I’m getting tired of it. I miss working. I miss my family and friends back home. And I miss New York.

Sure, Tokyo is great. And after two years, I’ve made some good friends here. And why work for the man when you’ve got a partner who works for the man enough for both of you? Well I’ll tell you why. Just let me polish off my drink first. Oh yeah, “stuff” includes booze.

I’m a gay, Mexican-American vegetarian living in Japan. I’m basically screwed anyway you look at it. But I’m surviving, mostly surviving. Okay, some days I’m not so sure but I haven’t thrown myself off the balcony yet so I call that surviving.

I used to be anti-blogging, but that was before I didn’t have a life. Now, I’d like to share my pain. Won’t you join me?