I Want to Be a Writer

When I arrived at Gasto, Hiro had already been waiting for me. As soon as he saw me, he waved his right hand and approached me with a jovial smile, “Shogo! I didn’t know you were in Japan. I thought you were still in Canada. How have you been? It’s nice to see you again. You haven’t changed a bit since the childhood. You still look like a teenager as if you would never get old.”

“Yes, everyone says the same thing. I myself cannot believe I don’t have any winkles on my face, and my face is as fresh as a daisy, ha-ha-ha. Nice to see you again, Hiro. You’re getting old. Forgive me for saying that, but I can’t help myself noticing several winkles are appearing on your face. What’s going on?”

“You know, Shogo, I’ve married and have three daughters. It’s a hard business to have one’s own family. Anyway, let’s go inside to have a chat.”

We were escorted to a table and sat down. He asked, “Are you hungry, Shogo? I am not hungry because I’ve already eaten dinner at my house. But I am thirsty. I’m going to order a glass of beer. How about you? You can order anything you want. Let me pay it for you tonight as a farewell gift.”

“Thanks, Hiro. I appreciate. I am starving. I want to have a grilled steak, rice, and coke. Let’s order first.”

He asked a waitress to order food and drinks. And said, “Shogo, you should’ve called me before because everyone wants to see you again, but you no longer have time anymore. You said you’re going to Mexico in three days. You enjoy your life as always, and you always do whatever your fancies dictate. No Japanese can do that. I think only you, Shogo, enjoy life all the time and live freely. It’s a kind of gift, I suppose. Everyone has to work, and most people have their own family to support. You are single, that makes you feel free to travel around the world. You have no responsibilities, but only yourself. To tell the truth, I envy your life, Shogo. I love your style, but I can’t do that, you know. Anyway, what are you going to do in Mexico?”

“I’m going to look for a job there. And you know, I have Mexican friends who are my best friends. Life is funny because my all best friends are Mexicans. Anyway, I’ve known them for nine years, and we’ve had an incredible friendship through those years. The long story short, they offered for me to stay at their house for a while, so that I can start writing my book. I think I’ve already told you that I want to be a writer?”