How To Die Alone In 12 Easy Steps (As Told By Experts In Every Field)

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You hear stories of “Kodokushi” (孤独死) here in Japan quite often, and it is really sad. There are even small businesses that help with the aftermath. For a country so compact, it shouldn’t happen, but it does. Statistics show that many are the elderly. Many of the people who die alone (illness, sudden death), didn’t intend for  it to end this way. Meaning they were in actuality,  social people, but maybe different circumstances (alienated, disabled, change of persona, etc) deemed otherwise.

On the flip side of the coin, there are people who may “think ahead” enough to plan dying alone…or damn the torpedoes and everything decent, and purposely die alone.

In that case, I ran across this tongue-in-cheek guide to dying alone…and I wonder who would be fool enough to do this. Really. I will say this article DOES NOT USE THE WORD, OR ADVOCATE SUICIDE. It simply tells you (with humor) how to put yourself in a situation (the hard and illegal way) to die alone.

Seriously, don’t try these things…enjoy life to the best of your ability!!

If you, or you know of someone who is struggling with depression, or seems suicidal…please do not hesitate to reach out. Call your local suicide hotline, law enforcement, neighbor, family, friends…and get help immediately.

Note: there is some foul language and “unsavory” content within (but not graphic images)…proceed with caution!

Source: How To Die Alone In 12 Easy Steps (As Told By Experts In Every Field)

Campaign (and career?) Push…

 Hey everyone, I’m doing a big campaign push for my author page on Amazon.com!
To everyone who bought copies, thank you so much! To everyone who shared, thank you as well!
Selling is hard, especially with no experience in advertising. I discovered much later in the game that a targeted audience, and/or keywords are essential to a successful marketing campaign.
Before the advent of the internet, the admen (and women) had to be on their toes with a flashy or captive advertising campaign…and hope it worked better than the competition. I think my first attempts at advertising resembled that.
I’m going with AdWords this time around because I know that not everyone is on Facebook or Twitter. I’m experimenting with various (but relevant) keywords in my ad…as I didn’t do on Facebook ads.
I can say that my name, in itself, is getting out there…this blog has been seen in well over fifty countries that I know of! That in itself is huge to me, and I appreciate the audience!
Back to my advertising, my target audiences are the United States and Japan, and if I have all my dogs in a row…maybe I’ll sell a few this time. Amazon, who sell my books, has sites in several countries…and you can find my books on any Amazon site. Just type “R.B.Bailey Jr” in the search box. Thank you in advance!
I gotta keep at it…so if you see me in front of your local train station or wherever, just take a flier and say hi.

Sakura 2018…With a Graduation Beforehand

Alex, our son, had his preschool graduation on March 26th…we are very proud of him! After the ceremony, we stopped by Hikawa Jinja (shrine) to view this year’s cherry blossoms. This place in Kawagoe is one of the most popular viewing spots…and is usually crowded. I even saw a drone hovering between the branches…times are changing.

Another place in Kawagoe is the Kawagoe Aquatic Park. They have dozens of sakura, and hundreds (maybe thousands?) go there for ohanami (sakura viewing) every blooming season.

“Priority Seating” (Part Two-Final)

“Priority Seating” (Part Two-Final)

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Sam started praying to himself that this little girl gets off at the next stop, or just shuts up for awhile.
There was an announcement over the PA, then the train slowly started moving again.
“Great! We’re movin’…” Sam started to say, but the little girl’s glare stopped him cold.
The little girl kept staring at Sam with a very angry look on her face…no more words ever came out.
Just a little small, knowing smile.
Lulled by the squeaking of the plastic straps against their poles, and the gentle sway of the train, Sam drifted back off into a deep sleep this time.
His last image of the girl was her brown, angry eyes glaring at him through her disheveled hair.
Sam was dreaming about seeing his family for the first time in two years, when he heard alot of commotion on the train, and woke up.
The train had stopped again, and this time, rescue workers were taking some old lady off the train on a gurney.
He saw the little girl again…her and her mom were following the gurney off of the train.
Her grandma did get hurt when the train came to a sudden stop.
This time, the little girl had tears in her eyes, as she looked over at Sam-Sensei.
Her eyes weren’t filled with anger this time…only hurt.
“I’m really sorry…” Sam tried to tell the little girl, but she didn’t hear him.
“You should be ashamed!!” The pregnant lady scolded him, then turned her back to him.
Sam knew that there was nothing he could do, so he tried to forget about it and go back to sleep.
A moment later, the little girl came back and whispered something in his ear.
His eyes opened wide in horror…because he knew she was right.
“NOOOO!” Sam yelled out loud, jumping up, taking a quick glance upward and starting pushing and shoving his way through the packed commuters.
The pregnant lady took the now empty seat, next to the elderly ladies.
Thinking it would be faster, he decided to step off the train and run down the platform to the car he was on before.
Just as he was about to step back on, the doors closed.
Already behind schedule, the train conductor blew his whistle and the train slowly eased on its way to Narita Airport Station…without Sam-Sensei.
Feeling sick, Sam takes a seat on the platform, to figure out what to do next.
He sat down in an orange seat…of all colors.
With all the commotion, the man in the orange knit hat was wide awake…and gave a small wave to Sam, as the train pulled away.
He offered his seat to the next person who really needed it, several stops ago.
Even though it wasn’t a priority seat.