I was startled by his raging performance and shouted, “What the hell is the matter with you? For heaven’s sake, tell me what the meaning of your conniption is?”
“You have no idea, amigo, you have no idea that how I’m foreboding about being an imminent slave again! You should know that I’m petrified and shivered from my head to toe nails whenever I hear the word of job. Every time the image of my future boss and colleagues popped up in my mind, I’ll scream my head off. Why? Because I don’t want to pretend to obey my future boss. And I abhor talking with my future colleagues about the stupid job all the time. Every time I picture myself that I’ll deceit myself boldly and pretend to be a good slave, I’m outraged. I’m sick of my abortive and humiliating circumstances, but I need money to survive, you know, that’s the solo reason I’m taking a fucking job again. I hate participating in this senseless society system from my guts, but what can I do, man? The world is threatening me to take a job and be a slave again. Unfortunately, we’ve been living in the impractical materialistic world, which means that money is everything. If I don’t have money, the world won’t help me and will kick my ass murderously to a ditch, as if I were a detestable homeless dog!”
Here he must have felt the pain, because he started checking his right fist anxiously and showing agony in his face. He lapsed into silence for a while and resumed, “Shogo, please never mention the fucking job again. You totally understand what I’m talking about, since you’re humiliating yourself every single day for the sake of earning money. We must do something before it’s too late, amigo – save the world, so to speak. Anyway, tonight is my last night in Japan, so I’ll forget everything and ultimately enjoy the night, as if it were my last night on this delightful earth. By the way, I think I just broke my fingers because I can’t clinch my right fist. Shit, it hurts too much!”
It was the Fourth of January that we came back to Tokyo. Gerardo and Jorgito called the shots: we must crash Roppongi tonight, since it was their last day of sojourn in Japan. We hurried to head back to my house, so that we could take a shower and change clothes for the final night adventure. To my great amazement, Gerardo donned a new shirt, new jeans, a new coat, and new shoes – he spruced up with new attires in toto. “Son of a bitch has determined to get laid tonight,” I thought to myself. What is more, Jorgito became a weather prophet and predicted about the night adventure, in an imposing tone: “My courage wants to laugh tonight. I would show you the real courage tonight, which will be lionized.”
As we arrived at Roppongi Station, I said to Jorgito as a joke, “Amigo, you must enjoy tonight to the fullest and show all your courage so that you won’t regret anything. Tomorrow you’re flying back to Mexico, and your new job is waiting for you.”
“Amigo, don’t ever mention the fucking job again!” With that, he swung his right fist to hit the wall, with a brute force, as if he were about to knock out Mike Tyson.
“Heaven! Idiot! I can’t believe that you were secretly planning to lynch me seven years ago. Over all, you shouldn’t have laughed at the misfortune of a wretched pariah, man! Remember, in this part of the world you have to endure things that are no joke – my misfortune is one of them. It’s a sheer torture!” I was shaking my head displeasingly.
“I am sorry, Shogo. I am really sorry for laughing in your face, but I simply can’t help it. Please escape from Japan before it annihilates you, ha-ha-ha…. By the way, stupid Gerardo is still using internet. He knows I’m faster than him to be browsing through internet. In fact, I can open a dozen homepages simultaneously and can check a good night club just for five minutes. But Gerardo didn’t listen to me and insisted he would check it. I know what he is being up to right now – he isn’t checking a night club; he is checking the e-mail inbox. He wants to know whether something has happened for his job during his two weeks-absence. Can you beat it? Shogo, we’re being on the vacation, but he is thinking about the job! What a sickness! We still have more two days to enjoy this fantastic vacation, but he’s been already worried about the stupid job! Who cares about a stupid job? Life is right now, you know. We must enjoy the moment to the fullest and must forget a stupid job, but anxious Gerardo! Why can’t he wait to check a pointless job schedule until he returns to Mexico? Why is he deliberately trying to spoil our joy! Why can’t he just forgo the future for a while, let himself lose, and start dancing to the present? I don’t understand anything!”
He wiped laughing tears with both of his hands and tried to compose himself. And then he went on, “All joking aside, Shogo, I have to impart a dark secret to you, you know, I have a dark side, that I can’t shake off, ha-ha-ha…. When Gerardo told me that he made Japanese friend in Vancouver and invited you to visit my fatherland, I was alarmed. You know, many Mexicans consider that Japanese are very doll creatures, who do nothing, except working five days a week like a machine. I was very curious how come he became the friend of Japanese. But he explained me that he didn’t like Japanese people, tried to stay away from them for his own good, and earnestly thought he would never make Japanese friends in Vancouver. However, as soon as he met you, his view was dramatically changed. He told me that you are a totally different bird from other Japanese and original individual. And also he assured me that I would like you immediately – you and I would become good friends to each other instantly. As a matter of fact, Gerardo was absolutely right – you are a rare magnanimous bird; you are my best friend and like a brother to me now. Dear Shogo, please don’t be angry with me and listen to me. What I’m trying to disclose here is that I was actually planning to lynch you out of the respect of my own race, when you descended upon Mexican soil, if you were like ill-considered Japanese. You know how patriotic I am and how much I’m concerned about the wellbeing of my fellow countrymen. Anyway, thank God – I hadn’t felt the necessity for lynching you, since you’re a thoroughly unique individual, ha-ha-ha….”
Here he was suddenly bursting out laughing apropos of nothing, with noticeable tears in his eyes. I was totally perplexed by his fit of laughter and thought that Japanese antagonism might have made him a raving lunatic. Ergo, I asked him in a wary manner, “What is going on, Jorgito? Are you still in a right mind?”
“I’m oaky, I’m okay, amigo… sorry… I’m just… you know… I’m just wondering how you’ve been surviving under the suffocated climate for such a long time. No offence, amigo, but if I were in your shoes, I would have already committed suicide, to be sure. How could you keep on sustaining under the offensively rigid rules of Japanese society? Shogo, how could you prevent yourself from losing your mind? For the love of God, would you please leave goddamn Japan immediately? You know, amigo, Japan is Siberia for you, and Japanese will be caning you if you don’t escape forthwith, ha-ha-ha….”