From the summer of 2008 until the summer of 2009, I spent a year living in Japan. I spent quite a lot of time exploring my sleepy town by bicycle, shared lots of unforgettable times with my soul brothers and sisters, endured lots of boring times with people to whom I couldn’t relate on any real level, and gained a reputation for showing up to house parties with a bottle of wine in one hand and a carton of orange juice in the other. Oops! I forgot to mention all of the karaoke!
I returned to California trying to win back the girl of my dreams, and when that failed, you could find me pre-gaming for karaoke every Monday with a couple Four Lokos, enduring lots of awkward times with people to whom I couldn’t relate on any real level, and sharing lots of unforgettable times with my kindred lost souls. Eventually, I even won back that girl’s heart.
GROWN ASS MAN is a painfully awkward retelling of these experiences, with a few stupid bilingual puns, and booty and food references thrown in for good measure. Cringe with me.