Photo: Bernard Gagnon – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0 I balance precariously on the drainage pipe, jutting out into the sand flat encrusted with oysters, barnacles, and slippery sea lettuce. My daypack, stuffed with sampling gear and my water bottle, slides into the...
Photo by lit3rd / Shutterstock.com If I were an alcoholic in Japan, I would be very good at hiding it. The way I would be very good at hiding everything: my panic attacks, my tattoos, my scars. No one would ever see me cry. Let’s get some vodka, I’d say to my Japanese...
