No, seriously. What's not to like?
I could go to Okinawa and work hard farming and fishing for my own sustainence, developing a healthy tan, learning karate, maybe learn to play the shamisen or whatever the hell kinda stringy plucky instruments they play over there, and die decades after most of you people have heart attacks or get cancer or some shit, surrounded by an army of friends and a gargantuan family.
Or I could always stay here and work like a dog well into retirement age, cheating death on the freeway and dying under the soulless glare of hospital flourescent lights rather than the warm glow of the sun.
I could go to Okinawa and work hard farming and fishing for my own sustainence, developing a healthy tan, learning karate, maybe learn to play the shamisen or whatever the hell kinda stringy plucky instruments they play over there, and die decades after most of you people have heart attacks or get cancer or some shit, surrounded by an army of friends and a gargantuan family.
Or I could always stay here and work like a dog well into retirement age, cheating death on the freeway and dying under the soulless glare of hospital flourescent lights rather than the warm glow of the sun.