Having had to come to Japan specifically to care for a feisty mother-in-law diagnosed with A.L.S. last August, it has been quite an experience. My wife had to come first, back in October, leaving me to place everything we owned into storage to prepare for coming here in February. I was originally thinking that I’d be coming in and out for lack of a visa, but we pulled off a
J. Eric Sandoval
Some people think I’m crazy for saying this, but being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis was the best thing ever to happen to me. It was without a doubt, the single worst news I had ever received in the entirety of not only the 38 years before I was diagnosed, but the 9 years that passed since then. I’ve had people that I loved dearly suddenly befall an untimely tragic death,
Before the car accident which completely eviscerated my income altogether, leaving me with very little money, pretty much no money in fact, I had already started packing. Mind you, with more than 40 free Home Depot boxes that I scored from a recently moved Angelino off a Craigslist post, I was tasked with packing up 15 years’ worth of me and Mrs S’s accumulated stuff. Everything from clothes to books,
Our original plan was for Mrs S to simply return to Japan to handle all of her mother’s legal and financial dealings, because there was a house at issue, then return to Los Angeles. She left on the 16th of October and the intention was to return on January 7th, so that her mother could have one final New Year’s with her before she passes on into the next realm.
It is now the my 20th day in Japan, and I just realized how remiss I have been in my blog-posting duties. I told myself that I would be blogging more often, but so much had happened since I last posted that I feel there is a tremendous need to fully catch everyone up on what’s been going on since I last posted. Firstly, let me apologize to those of
At ______________, we’re more than just a company, we’re a family. Don’t you hate companies that say that shit? Exactly the crock of crap coming out the crackhole of a creep who wouldn’t give a crippled crab a crutch, right? So I won’t say it like that, but here’s the thing… In 2003 I was living foul, doing dirt for a living of which I won’t go into detail just
One of the first observations about the United States that Mrs S., had mentioned to me many years ago was that it seemed like there was a donut shop on every corner. Interestingly enough, I’d lived in Los Angeles for 25 years and it had never actually occurred to me until she pointed it out. Then again, truth be told she’s a tad bit more visually observant than I am.
Surely by now if you’ve already read more than one of these “health” category blog posts, you would’ve seen the question by now. Have you asked yourself yet? If not, I’ll ask again. How do you control 300,000,000+ people with access to firearms? Well, in the spirit of intellectual honesty, allow me to concede that by no means are there 300,000,000 gun owners. Only 3% of the population own 1/2
Do you remember the taste of the baby food that you were fed when you were a baby or toddler? I know that I surely do not. But if there is one thing that puts a smile on almost everyone’s face, my best guess would be the sweet taste of sugar. Salt might come in an uncomfortably close second place. I had always known, maybe not perhaps always, but since
We’ve all heard that old school phrase before, “you are what you eat.” Surely somebody’s mother if not your own or a teacher or television character somewhere on down the line in your life must’ve uttered the phrase, “you are what you eat” in your presence , no? But let me ask you something. What in the hell have you been eating? Ya know, I’d actually always known that I