幾日の終わり (End of Days)
Oh Kin Town expressway entrance. Maybe one day we'll be friends again. But with the Okinawa Expressway once again returning to its paid ways, I doubt it.
Some streets are paved in gold. The streets of Kin Town are paved in taco rice. Not as shiny, but a lot more delicious tasting.
There's only two ways to get onto Camp Hansen 1) be in the military 2) be a suave English teacher.
I wonder where they keep the shrink rays.
Hopefully I'll get to see the fire fighters I taught at Camp Hansen again, preferably over beers and expensive prostitutes.
Dear Alanis Morisette. This is what you call ironic (I think...).
Sure the expressway is a much faster option for getting your ass to the northern part of Okinawa, but why bother when you can take the 329 and constantly stare at the ocean (hopefully while not running into oncoming traffic)?
I promise I'll be back, Kin Town! Someday...