Wow... This is another fantastic piece. I. I honestly think Zivah nailed it. The distinct mixing of Japan's love for baseball with my very American mind (sometimes I forget, they love cigarettes, beer, and baseball too, but I was a Sapporo reserve guy myself. Tall can, two, and two packs of cigarettes, Oakland's breakfast of champions.) This story is colored like a Heineken bottle, I cannot elaborate.
Unexpectedly true. I believe this.
this is perfect
I’m honored
If you aren't already published somewhere the industry is fucking up. This was a damn fine read.
I heard his voice in my head say the whole story. Could picture it easy, well done.
Wow... This is another fantastic piece. I. I honestly think Zivah nailed it. The distinct mixing of Japan's love for baseball with my very American mind (sometimes I forget, they love cigarettes, beer, and baseball too, but I was a Sapporo reserve guy myself. Tall can, two, and two packs of cigarettes, Oakland's breakfast of champions.) This story is colored like a Heineken bottle, I cannot elaborate.
Pure perfection. I literally know the same bar tender.
This is how Edward Hopper paintings would look if the subjects in them could speak to us.
You capture that sense of solitude, loneliness, melancholy so well in his thoughts. Brilliant, Oscar.
(And I agree, Asahi is the best).