After the conversation from yesterday, I was feeling kind of down so I went to the park. You can hear birds singing, children playing, and a lot of random chatter. The grass looks like it was recently mowed. In other words, everything was nice.

Suddenly, the sky gets darker and, slowly, starts to rain -- how cliched! After around 2 minutes of searching and soaking wet, I hide in one of those public, plastic toilets, and so I waited till the sky cleared up. It wasn’t long, since it was one of those hit and run rains that pour a lot quickly and just leave for the next place. After around 10 minutes of waiting, in the never-cleaned-toilet, I remember, as I leave, that Hashida wanted to meet up this evening about something, so I go to the location, and it appears to be some sort of an old fishing shop. I see Hashida behind the counter the moment I enter and proceed to greet him. He sees me, all soaked up, and asks me if I got caught in the quick shower that just went by a half an hour ago. I confirm then he offers me some of his unused clothes. I went and changed in the closet, suddenly feeling like a new man born. Hashida mocks me for finally looking like a normal human. I get slightly embarrassed and chuckle it off. He offers me a drink and we sit down. We drink some beer that he took out of a nearby fridge. Hashinda then proceeds to tell me about himself and what he was doing ever since we finished high school. It appears to be that he inherited this shop from his father after he passed away and helps his mom out with the chores at home, living life day by day. The Hashida family owns one small fishing boat that they use for fishing and, sometimes, rent it to customers that are interested in fishing. He explains to me that the job has been hard on him lately, since he hurt his arm around 6 months ago after falling off the boat because of some storm and strong waves. He shows me a big scar he had that goes from his right hand palm to the shoulder and tells me that he can’t lift anything heavy anymore or his arm, as his doctor said, might get paralysed. So, he’s looking for someone to help him out with the carrying and loading and asks me if I want to take the job, and, since I am homeless, he offers me a place to stay -- the attic of his shop. I, without hesitation, accept because why not?

This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.