I am searching through my old email.

The “black mists” of Japan did not die with Yoshio Kodama. In the spirit of the late kuromaku, questionable payments and mob connections still stretch far and wide among Japan's elected officials […]

It was exhausting in all the wrong ways, but I made it through the two weeks without succumbing to temptation. Will I give up for good? Hell no. But I now appreciate it a whole lot more. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in my bunk.

Yeah, I sometimes go nuts when people try and write on my stuff.