I am sorry to have taken so long to write more on my blog since I have returned from Japan but oh well, in one hundred years, who will really care anyway. So much has happened since I stepped foot back on U.S. soil and I am pissed right now.

To begin with, I did not know that my wife and I can not go and see her family in Japan. Ever since we started talking about going back, my family has been giving me a lot of shit about it. First, my mother calls me up and starts the conversation by trying to smooth over some of the rough feelings we have had over the last year or so. I really didn’t know what she wanted because she has never called me before unless it had to do with money. Then out comes the reason just out of the blue. “Are you really going to Japan,” she asks in a tone that makes it really sound like a stupid idea and how dare we even think of such a thing. So I tell her yes and that we will be back in a couple of weeks when I should have told her yes, and if you have a problem with it we will not be coming back.

Then we get to Japan and have the best time we have had in ten years at least and when we get back I could notice the change as soon as we landed in L.A. We did not even finish taxiing to the gate in the airport yet. Well, I call my mom after we get to Dallas because she wanted me to call her when we got back then we went home. We hadn’t been home for 24 hours yet before my work calls and tells me that I have been taken off of day shift and put on nights. I knew the reason was so they could put a guy that was on nights on my shift but couldn’t because no one who was willing to go to nights. They gave me a lame excuse at why they chose me which I saw through from the start. Go figure that when my wife checks our bank account, she finds that I only got paid for one week of vacation but when I asked how much vacation time I had they told me two eighty hours or two weeks. I got screwed on that one but it is ok, I made up for it as soon as I got back and was put on nights because I had to work 32 hours of overtime which gave me a better check than if I had gotten paid for my vacation.

After this I have to deal with the fact that I am now permanently on nights so I make the best of it any way I can. Then low and behold, here comes more good news. I find out that while I was in Japan my Aunt Tina passed away. Well as soon as she was gone, my other aunt does all she can do to have my grandfather committed to a nursing home because he has developed dementia due to radiation therapy for leukemia. He was hit so hard with that radiation that he had some of the worst burns up and down his arms that I have ever seen. And they wonder why it cut off the oxygen to his brain enough to cause dementia. My aunt finally talked the doctor into declaring him incompetent in order to get him sent to a nursing home. He wasn’t there for three months and they had him so doped up he was confined to a wheelchair. He finally dies on Sunday. He was eighty-seven years old. Sure, he led a long and good life but I think he could have lived longer still had someone who was able to take care of him been willing to. This subject will have to wait until later to be told however.

My experiences after coming back were not all bad however. I did get to see my sister and my cousins Heather and Shannon, which was the highlight of my time back home. Next to that I would say that the Testament show in Ft. Worth last month was the other thing that did not totally suck. The show rocked and other than the second support band which I thought really sucked on top of being rude and disgusting, which some people get of on these days for some reason. After the show we got to meet the members of the band but the spirit was dampened because when I was talking to the member that I wanted to meet the most, our conversation kept getting interrupted by this person or that one. Someone was even rude enough to interrupt us while I was having my picture taken with him. And people wonder why I would rather be in Japan.

Anyway, after the Testament show, I went back to work and had nothing to look forward to with the exception of seeing my grandfather at least everyday that I worked. Well, that didn’t work quite as planned because I couldn’t stand to see him in that place. After I started to lose sleep and have nightmares I had to quit going. It looks like I should have kept my promise to myself. Then a couple of weeks later he fell or something and was confined to a wheelchair, which I am glad I did not see, and the next thing I know he is gone.

Which brings me to the funeral today. I go to the funeral home and meet everyone that I want to meet and give my condolences, which is only proper right. Well, after the service at the funeral home we find out that they did not even want a graveside service which would take all of five minutes. The only thing said about my grandfather the entire time was that everyone considered him to be the strongest man they have ever known. Which is true in my case as well but nothing about how cared so much about everyone but had a hard time showing his feelings. But thinking back on all of the times I went to see him in these last few years, he told me everything that I needed to know. He enjoyed every minute of time we spent together. This was especially gratifying because he also said that none of his other grandchildren ever came to see him. I noticed that the entire thing was a sham. Just something put on for show. The man performing the service used my grandfathers funeral as a platforms to try and convert me to Christianity, weakly tying my grandfathers death into his sermon. All I can say is in all due respect, FUCK OFF!!!!!!

I would rather go to hell as to worship such hypocritical bullshit.