Kid Ethnic: Mixed-Race Adventures in Japan: Introducing: The Littlest Gambler

Introducing: The Littlest Gambler · 27 June 05

Gambling is technically illegal in Japan. But there’s this little game here called pachinko.

And this little pachinko thing depends on a lot of luck and loses a lot of people a lot of money.

Look! This little guy is loving the little pachinko thing:

Gosh, Little Guy, those lights sure are pretty! But you’re not actually gambling are you? I mean, you look about 9 years old.

Well I’ll be danged. You are gambling.

(And you’re weird dad’s teaching you how. Too bad he looked at me all unfriendly when tried to take a picture.)

I hope you don’t turn into one of those gamblers that gets all depressed and spaced out when you start losing.

Aw, too late.

Where the hell did your dad go? Did he just leave you alone? Man, that’s low.

But don’t you worry now, you just keep dropping coins into the shiny machine.

The Shiny Machine loves you, and he will never, ever, leave.

Spotted at a Kumamoto pachinko parlor/video game hall.

In related news:
A student at my school just got suspended for losing 600 dollars in pachinko in one week.

His momma gave him a ride to the pachinko parlor daily.

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1. Perhaps the dad thought you were a pedophile, thus the unfriendly look.
2. Perhaps the dad didn’t want you to take incriminating photos of his young son.

You’re lucky the dad doesn’t know about photograph laws.

The kid who lost $600 in a week is my new hero—it takes a lot of hard work to be that bad.
— Mel 1289 days ago #
The dad didn’t mind pics of the kid at all. I think HE didn’t want to be photographed himself, yo.

Sketchy dads: making for more interesting criminal autobiographies world-wide.
— saleem 1288 days ago #
Yes, well, it’s a happy world full of sketchy dads and batshit insane moms.
— Mel 1286 days ago #
So, today, i was hanging with Yuuki Two Teeth, so called because she’s got some incisors that rise up out her gummy mug like Ann Rice’s ghost, i mean, these things is hanging upside down bat-cave style, just take your tongue and rub it up against those two sharp teeth, and imagine that those two vicious cutting instruments were winged dormant mammals whose powers of echolocation allowed them to consume copious amounts of insects during frenzied bouts of hedonistic feeding. Anyways, we was having a little chat, since i had to stay at school and make a review sheet for the “Frontier Course” (much like getting ‘most improved’ on your junior high soccer team, the Frontier Course is for those kids who don’t go anywhere else, they definitly are not in covered wagons, but they could be in blazing saddles). I was lamenting my caged status after a full day of enlightening students minds, and asked Miss Mizuhara (Yuuki) what the Kanji is for “prisoner” (actually quite interesting, its just the sign for ‘person’ inside a box). I got all bagelmatic with my pen and wrote “prisoner” in kanji on my arm. Then i was asking what is “love” so i can write “Prisoner of Love” on myself, but she said it wouldn’t make sense. So i got on with my Worksheet making duties, she went ‘bout her business, but as she was leaving, (and, this is a girl who, even though she is in the raddest of the rad english class which talks about such diverse topics as deforestation and the future of the internet, rarely, if ever, talks in class) whispered into my ear
“you are a prisoner.”
to which I replied
“Of Love, Yuuki, A Prisoner of Love.”
— PoLove 1286 days ago #
Woah, did someone just create some kind of sub blog in here?

This is getting way too meta. Time for a new post.
— saleem 1283 days ago #

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