Drinking to the Good,Bad and Indifferent

Drinking to the good, bad, and indifferent My fondest memories are held in a place most only dream of having a chance to visit. In a place where culture is a way of life. Where morals are held over anything and were loyalty is still held sacred. An island with a population of 124,961,000, Japan was the place I called home for two years. In this time my maturity went from a boy to a man …

…we took. We would talk of good things, bad things, and the indifferent. The bottle I purchased before I left Japan to come back to the U.S. still sits on my shelf waiting for the chance to be opened. I made a promise that I will only open it with my three “brothers”. Until then it will stay where it sits and the grinning Scottish man will continually remind me of my greatest memories.