Rainy Day Yakuza #10,001

I was knocking back drinks with a former bodyguard in the Yamaguchigumi, and it was raining outside. He is about fifty years old, six feet five, and has arms that are bigger than my legs. I was sitting on the tatami listening to the rain outside, and while he lit up his twentieth cigarette of the day I said, “I love rainy days.” He didn’t agree. Read More  Read More