I confess that I blocked someone on my MSN chat a few days ago because he will want to talk to me about the death of Goto Maki’s mother since he was a frequent patron of the family izakaya*. And I just DON’T want to hear about what he has to say: his grief, his memories, and so forth.
* He always stressed to me how loyal customers kept the location of the Goto izakaya –named after a waterfall or something — a secret; however some not-so-creative searches in Google Japan brought up actual walking directions from the train station. His reaction was one of genuine surprise and abject horror.
Even worse I am certain that he has no friends in Tokyo to share his sorrow with. Not even a blog or Twitter or anything. It’s just ME on the MSN chat every couple months or so for the one-way rant.
Sorry, not this time.