Kei Narujima のつぶやき

英語の後に日本語が続きます。 A few weeks ago, I saw a white male walking in my neighborhood along a river. He was alone and looked in his mid-30s, wearing a pair of short black pants, flip flops, and sunglasses but otherwise nothing, i.e., topless. He stood out from others for the toplessness and his well built, tanned body. It was a beautiful day, so I assumed he was one of the recently increasing tourists to Japan due to the cheaper yen, enjoying seeing several beautiful bridges over the river.  

Japanese doesn't follow English for my reputation..... I always look for hilarious stories for this blog. One day I remembered what happened to my brother when he was in the third grade. On that day, he (I'll call him Bob in this post), I and other neighbor kids were playing dodgeball. We all lived in the company's apartment and these kids were mostly children of Dad's subordinates. As the tallest, oldest, and strongest boy physically and socially because of his dad's position in the company, Bob started to bully other kids for their mistakes, screaming and yelling at them until being grabbed by the neck and taken to home by Dad, who happened to come home earlier than usual. What followed I could only guess because after coming home, I could only hear Bob screaming for help and being spanked behind closed  fusuma  panel sliding doors. Dad didn't utter a word. As he hated (and still hates) those bullying on weaker individuals, it must have been his way of discipl...