As one hand busily lays ink to this document, the other can scarcely let alone the smoothly scuplted flesh across my neck that lay jagged and bleeding a mere two hours before ( Read more... )

As of this morning, there can be no doubt that an official investigation into the wherabouts of my Achina has begun. Shortly after the sound of gunfire had cleared my head of any concern regarding the law, who should come knocking at my door but a constable ( Read more... )

That which follows is not meant to be read. Yet I will write it. I must write it. If only to confess my crime to a source that, if I remain vigilant, will never incriminate me ( Read more... )

It was a magnificently miserable occasion. I was embarrassed. The Japanese Ambassador and his entourage were embarrassed. Anyone who had ever been to Japan would have been embarrassed ( Read more... )