My Gulag Part V: The Pope Smoked Dope

Guest post by Net Pariah

So I'm riding my bike home from the station one cold evening when I see that Gyoza Man has his vendor set up outside the local supermarket. Known this guy for five years now and it seems he must be following me, since he operated down the street from my X______ apartment and now down the street from our house in I_______. I stop to talk to him and he asks where I'm working. When I tell him, he says, "You work there? Oh that school was very big news about 15 years ago. Because the school president died from cocaine and heroin." With all the traffic sounds and the radio he has blaring and the cold wind blowing I'm not sure I heard him correctly but it sounds like he's just said that the president of my school o.d.ed on coke and heroin. "Could you repeat that again?" "Yes, that's right. They found him dead in his home. He died from taking cocaine and heroin." He goes on to explain to me that bit was later discovered he'd been having drugs sent over from Thailand for a couple of years and that he'd been financing his habit by embezzling money from the high school. This is the funniest story I have heard in months and months.

There's a older gentleman teacher of science at the tandai, that I have gotten to know pretty well. He's about to retire. He lives in Tokyo, but stays in a dorm near the campus since commuting like that every day would be a little too much. Sometimes I talk with him on the bus. He lived in America for twenty years. He's only been at the tandai for four years. During a "behind closed doors" meeting with him, I found out what the hell had actually happened. "Well, the first part of the story is correct, except I never heard that he died. And he wasn't found dead. He was arrested at Narita Airport. He was returning from China. He'd been to Hong Kong on a school trip with the junior college nursing students and while he was there he had bought cocaine and heroin from somebody. Anyway, his bags were inspected at the airport and the drugs were found. After that the whole system collapsed. the teaches and other workers all left the school. They were disgusted. The only person that stayed was Mr. Dead Goat-head [the walking corpse]." What a gutless sack of shit, to say to oneself: "This is where I belong, this is the zenith of my career, this is all I'm good for."

I have since seen the article in a Japanese newspaper which took quite a few hours in the city library. It was a big deal of course and I have also spoken to several other citizens in the area who though reticent at first, admitted that they did in fact know about it.

The Riji-Cho of 14 years ago, whose name is N_____N______ served 10 years in prison and is now a taxi driver in A__________. As one might expect, the only way the present administration could get control was to pick up the pieces from an even more screwed up administration.

Working on a job for C. was to be a section on how I managed, though unable to get a job myself, to get C. into a position as an ALT in I_______ or X______, thereby crippling the school's Hungarian Exchange program. For a while it seemed as though it were in the bag, but now all hopes are dashed. Although it seemed highly unlikely at first, both cities have amazingly found JETs to take the positions. C. must continue to endure with Mr. Tagalog and myself, and my hopes of smashing Riji-cho's little jewel (the Hungarian Exchange program) are as dead as my hopes of getting out of here this year. . .

The Call-up

Hi NP,
I explained to Prof L______ that you were interested in work for next year. It's at Z______ Dai Gaku, Q___- shi Z______ ken. I think he will offer you 5 Koma over 2 days. It pays about 240,000 a month for 8 months a year. Fax him a brief 1 or 2 page resume. I look forward to working with you next year.
Bob

Dear Mr. P_____,
Thank you very much for today. Please send a brief CV( curriculum vitae ) of Mr. P______ to my house by FAX (TEL and FAX 0-xxx-xxxx). Have a nice vacation!

Like that, I was sprung. I felt sick, nauseous. Down the stairs with hand on the rail to tell Eri, "Come here, now." My face ashen white. "What's wrong?" The thought that this one might vanish like the others.

Latest update on things here as of early Jan. :

I still haven't told my soon to be erstwhile employers of their impending teacher-search and won't do so until after February 25th (the second to last payday). that way the worst thing that could happen is I'd lose one month's pay, but I don't think that'll happen anyway and if it does, I'm ready. I am feeling 100% better since I took your advice and went to the doctor (at I_______ Sawa Hospital where I know a lot of people because I used to teach a class there) and got some muscle relaxants for my neck and shoulder as well as pain killers which I plan to continue taking until I've settled into my new job and new lifestyle.

This just in from the school in Z______ where I haven't signed a contract yet:

Dear Mr. P______,
Thank you very much for your call today, and I'm sorry I didn't send you an e-mail sooner. I've been terribly busy these days. However, everything is all right with you about Z_____ Daigaku. You successfully passed the first staff meeting, and I think we can ask you three lessons on Wednesdays and two lessons on Fridays. But, as I told you, you must pass two more staff meetings until you are officially hired as a part-time teacher. I'll do my best. Please do not worry, and wait some more days.

No problem. And at Tim's school the decision making process drags on even at this late date, but I am at least in the running. And if I do get the Z______ job which seems about 98% likely, I really don't care if I work at Tim's school or not although it would be nice to have the words ken-ritsu on my resume.

Dear Mr. P______,
Thank you very much for your call today, and I'm sorry I didn't send you an e-mail sooner. I've been terribly busy these days. However, everything is all right with you about Z_____ Daigaku. You successfully passed the first staff meeting, and I think we can ask you three lessons on Wednesdays and two lessons on Fridays. But, as I told you, you must pass two more staff meetings until you are officially hired as a part-time teacher. I'll do my best. Please do not worry, and wait some more days.
Sincerely yours,
February 3, 2002
Shoji L______ Z_____ Daigaku)

Dear Mr. P______,
You successfully passed two more staff meetings. Though there will be one more meeting, you are almost officially hired as a part-time teacher of Z_____ Daigaku. I'm going to send you an e-mail about the details of the lessons one of these days.
Sincerely yours,
February 18, 2002
Shoji L______ (Z_____ Daigaku)

Job at Tim's school didn't happen after all. Then one afternoon when I was visiting Babs up at K_______ City Hall's International section, I ran into a friend I hadn't seen in ages. M_______, who has two kids and runs a small English school out of her home. She asked how Tim was and what I was doing up there. She thought I was still in X______. Looking for work I told her and not doing so well. Even with the Z______ job I'd only be making about 240,000 minus insurance and rent and other living expenses would mean a very lean year, but no doubt a happier one. Account of what happened in an excerpt from a letter to an acquaintance who wrote asking how I'd managed to find work at such an impossibly late date:

Job Hunting for Desperate Dummies Like Me.
I met a woman (M_______) at K_______ City Hall whom I hadn't seen for some time. Told her I was looking for work. She suggested I go to the JALT (Japanese Assoc. of Language Teachers) Christmas party at K___ in K________, about 4 minutes from I_______ by train. With a resolute mind I did thither go and was volunteered for a lowly position as scribe or something like that (because they're desperate for new blood). The prez of F______ Jalt is M W an older kindly Santa Claus-looking American who teaches at K_____

Later while following up two different leads from M_______ about a sudden opening at F______ Joshin Daigaku (F______ Women's Prefectural University, Tim's school and at M's school, K_____ Junior College (both of which actually were false leads after all). I wanted to call Tim and get on the inside track, but he was in England and I didn't have his phone number there of course. But I guessed that his former boss would (who I know and had met at the Christmas party just a week before). But I didn't have that guy's number either, so I killed two birds and called M thinking that in the course of giving the number of Tim's former boss, he would bring up the opening at his school (if it actually existed--he didn't and it didn't--and their job at Tim's school didn't happen either. They posted the job nationally and I, like a lot of other applicants were blown out of the water. But that's the way you have to be, mindless in your search, differentiating between nothing, because you never know where a false lead will end up. The idea is to keep moving. A game I used to play in the states, when driving. Never stop moving. Take that right turn on red though you wanted top go straight or even left. Never assume that you know where you're going. Case in point: that call to M: when I called M, he said, "While you're at it, why don't you call this guy, J_____, over at J______ Daigaku in south I_______, because a position just opened there yesterday. Within twenty minutes of calling J_____, I was reasonably sure I'd get on at J______ . . .

After two interviews I was hired to teach six koma for about 220,000 yen a month, 8 months/year. With the SIT job I'll be pulling in more like 440,000 a month, 8 months/year. I am still working on the third position for my Mondays which will be vacant come April. And I'll probably get it. Because I have phone numbers, and by God, I'm not afraid to use them!

Letter sent by friend B______ K______ on my behalf:

N_______,
I sent this message to the prof at Z______
____________________
Hello. My name is B______ K______. I teach English at F______ University. Your address was referred to my by my friend RB, who mentioned that you are looking for an English teacher. I know someone whom I can recommend to you. He has a Master's in English Literature, and he will be teach this year at J______ University and Z______ Kogyo as a part-time teacher. He is available on Mondays. I told him about the job and he is very interested. Please let me know what he should do to apply for the position.
B______ K______
Faculty of Engineering
F______ University

REPLY from Z______
Dear K______ sensei,
My name is Naoko S_______, this year's English language coordinator at Z______ U. Professor Aruga informed me of your friend's interest in teaching at Z______ U. I am very grateful for the information. At this moment, however, we have already found a person to fill in the Monday classes. We may need more teachers nonetheless and would appreciate it if your friend sends us his CV so that we will be able to contact him when there is an opening. We are sure to need someone for the year 2003.

As it turned out I didn't get any work for Mondays. Seems that once you get locked up on four days, it's hard to find work for just one day a week. Looked into a job for Mondays at Kyouai's high school that M referred me to and another one at Z______'s National University, but they didn't pan out. Which just means that I'll be have the same yearly income as last year with three-day weekends and 4 months of vacation a year.

Of course I said nothing about these jobs to K_______ Tanki figuring I'd be fired as soon as they heard. Japan has a weird law that states that one can't apply for a job while still working for another employer. Technically, I'm supposed to ask permission to sign a contract with another company. HA!

Yesterday I secretly went to Shin-X_____ (which is halfway between T_______ and W_______. Shin-X_____ is the location of the main campus where I met Gaku-cho (university pres.) and Riji-cho (school owner). I arrived in the rain, a terrible downpour, but I was wearing my green rainsuit. Again, the Riji-cho is a woman--her husband died some time ago. She is very old, wore a simple kimono. Gaku-cho (the president) is about 70 but seemed very healthy and intelligent. He spoke very passable English and also speaks some French. He talked a lot about what he expected of me, but that was just to make an impression on me and nothing he said seemed unreasonable or even unexpected. The feeling I got was that he was being "straight up" with me and that I shouldn't expect any unpleasant surprises. He also went as far to say that even more important than my teaching duties is the need to publish some scholarly articles here and there, which I am ready to begin doing. Then in a couple of years, I might expect a pay raise and a professorship. The fact that two others have already done this makes it seem believable. After the meeting, I signed my contract, after reading it of course.

I left in the rain again, and took the train all the way back to K_______, where I found that my afternoon class had been cancelled. I began to feel feverish. I think all that walking in the rain gave me the flu, which seems to be going around anyway. Today, I'm taking it easy. I may try to get on the 9:03 train for E__________, go in and use the computers for a while, teach my class and then come back home.

Dear Mr. P______,
Thank you very much for your return mail. Then let's meet at I_______ Station at 5:30 p.m. on March 19 (Tuesday). I'll be there by 5:30 p.m. without fail, and it'll only take about an hour for our talk. (It's much easier and more convenient for me to see you at I_______ that day.)
Let's also talk about the day when you'll visit our campus. Then see you at I_______ at 5:30 p.m. tomorrow!
Sincerely yours,
Shoji L______ Z______ Institute of Technology

Excerpt from e-mail sent JAN. 14

They still haven't even mentioned the contract to me. If they feel so smug that they can shove a paper in front of my face at the last minute and say, "Here, sign this, P______." No-gnads is avoiding the topic of contracts until the time for negotiation has already passed because he knows that if he began the discussion in December (like any decent professional college) I would make demands for alterations. Damn right, I would have too! Maybe I will tell next week. Maybe today, I don't know. If I tell them by Feb. 1st that will still give them two months to find someone. Anyway, whether I tell them now or later, it makes little difference. I don't think they can find another person at this late date to work full-time hours at part-time pay in conditions unheard of at any other college in this area. They will either have to change the conditions of the contract or go through an agency in Tokyo who will charge a substantial foreigner-rental fee. I will be interesting to see No-gnads move his fat ass for once. I want blood, but I will settle for sweat.

THE BLOOD:

And it would have been all that had not the following mishap occurred. As I mentioned earlier in Part Two as well as above, since taking this job I have been suffering from chronic headaches (or rather one prolonged 10-month one) accompanied by neck and shoulder pain and a tingling numbness that starts every morning at the base of my skull and works its way of over the top of my cranium as the morning progresses as I get closer to work, finally culminating in a feverish inability to think straight that has not only made staying upright during my classes a real feat but has also interfered with my success at internet chess. I took muscle relaxants for about three weeks and found that I felt "better" but foolishly didn't continue and the symptoms came back. And got worse. In October after having spent the preceding evening up late drinking, I suffered a weird attack something between a nervous burnout and a anxiety overload.

I had to leave the restaurant where Eri and just ordered and sit in the car. I actually thought I was really going to die or explode right there. the sensation was like a continually increasing rate of acceleration and the feeling that I was going to lose consciousness (and in the feeling that losing consciousness might be a good idea, like breaking a fever) and yet I never did pass out. I finally became so ill that I had a CAT scan performed on my brain last October, but tests showed nothing that shouldn't be there. And these incidents occurred repeatedly and seemed to happen when I most needed to be still, for example when seated at a meeting or restaurant. At Eri's parents home once I had to excuse myself in the middle of dinner and lay down in Eri's old bedroom for about thirty minutes. Obviously this was the sign of work-related stress, yet the fear that it might be more than that only exacerbated the symptoms. At last I gave up trying to control the condition psychologically which was working like shit and went back to the doc for more pills in late February.

The medication was basically muscle relaxants and painkillers, nothing psychoactive don't worry. They seemed to be working pretty well, but were no match against the rigors of the pre-school. The screaming singing shrieking voices of 40 children with whom I was imprisoned five hours each week. At this point I was just trying to ride it out until April and knowing that it was all coming to a close was some comfort. I had in fact sort of come to terms with it as early as November, even before I'd gotten on at the two Universities. But then the headaches had returned and were wearing me down, and the medication though taking the edge off sometimes made me a bit drowsy (big surprise).

We had just finished eating and the lights were down low as the kids with whom I was sitting were watching a cartoon. I had made it through about twenty minutes of the mindless "happy dwarves" level entertainment when a great drowsiness overtook me. I looked up at the clock realizing that in less than 20 minutes I had to teach the kids in the next room English for an hour (which constitutes an hour break for the teacher of that room who instead of staying and helping with riot control runs off to the office to do bookwork) and wondering where the hell I was going to get the energy. In the dimly lit room, with a splitting headache, under medication and in a apathetic mindset it was easy to nod off just hoping for three or four minutes of . . . .

Someone was rapping sharply on my arm. I opened my eyes, bleary vision clearing to see the horrible visage of RIJI-CHO herself. What excellent timing! She was saying "KAETTE! KAETTE! KAETTE!" (GO HOME!) I left the room still in a muddle. Riji-cho was already in the office cell-phone in hand. I stepped into the office to try to settle the bitch down. "DETE! DETE! DETE, KUDASAI" (GET OUT!) I said, "Fine, Okay. See you later," and put on my shoes to leave. But before I got out the door, O________ was standing there saying that Riji-cho wanted me to go across the street to see Mr. N______. Quitting right there and then and just going home definitely occurred to me. Not wanting to miss my last three paychecks, I decided to put off my revenge until later.

Besides, I'd met N___________ before and he's not a bad guy. In N___________'s office, no Gestapo tactics. Just straight talk. I explained that I was under medication and that it was a regrettable event. ENTER No-gnads who just happened to be in K_______ at a recruitment meet at the high school. Who tells me that I'd have to apologize to Riji-cho next time I saw her. And also tells me that N___________ thinks I should be more self-effasive and apologize first and more emphatically, then explain about the circumstances.

So instead of me getting the satisfaction of waiting until the last minute to tell them I'm not coming back and leaving them in the lurch the following happened. Setting: my and No-gnads's office. Time: the following Friday. He had come into the computer room which I have been using as my office since I abandoned my own two months ago, and asked me to come talk with him for a moment. "Uh, good morning Mr. P______. Do you have a moment?" He's being polite and saying "Mr." instead of just calling me P______ as he usually does so I know something is up.

"Yeah, sure. What's up?"
"I have two newses from Riji-cho. After I met with you on Wednesday, I met with Riji-cho and she told me that you don't have to go back to the pre-school again."
"Wow, that's great news. What wonderful news!"
"Yes, but she also told me to tell you that she plans not to re-contract you to work at K_______ Tanki next year."
"Wow! That's even better news. Hey, this is wonderful, two great newses in one day!"
He sat there looking at me, half surprised and relieved at my response and half irritated my smart-ass remark.
"You didn't really think I was coming back did you. I'd go back to the states and wait tables before I'd work another year here. Anyway, I've had work at a University since December."
"Oh, I'm happy that you have a job from April. What university will you teach for?"
"It's in the Tokyo area," I lied.
"Tokyo area," he said trying to guess where it might be.
"Anyway, I'm not telling you or anybody else here where I'm going. And while we're on the subject I have one more thing to say to you. After I leave here in March, I don't ever want to have any more trouble or disturbance from you or anyone else here again. That means don't call me, don't write me any letters or e-mail. In other words don't contact me FOR ANY REASON. As far as I'm concerned this last year DID NOT HAPPEN."
"Well, as you know this school has a Buddhist philosophy and you know that you can not deny the existence of K_______ Tanki."
"I AM NOT DISCUSSING ZEN PHILOSPHY WITH YOU. I am telling you that after March 31st I want you to LEAVE ME ALONE. . . . Don't call me. Don't contact me for any reason. If you see me on the street, don't say 'Hello.' I don't know you." Yes, gentle reader, it is surprising how nasty the Net Pariah can be if you get his blood up.

Around the 12th of March I received email from a student who said that she and three other students wanted to meet me in the students' lounge to say goodbye. They asked me to bring cards and teach them to play dai-hin-min a Japanese card game. I agreed to meet them on the Friday of the next week at which time they brought some tea and small store-bought cakes. Now understand that classes are not in session and the school is basically empty. These students had made a special trip over to the campus just to see me for a last time. Nevertheless, we been sitting there for no longer than twenty minutes, the girls having what I would have thought to be a really good "foreigner experience" and using English when here comes No-gnads through the doors. He walked over and crossing his arms in an X shape, said "I was told you were down here. You have to stop. You can't do this here in the student lounge. It looks like you're not working." "I'm not working. This is my lunch break." "Well, anyway. Mr. Ass-head sent me down here to tell you that you have to stop." And that was the end of that.

By this time it was clear to me that there was nothing I could do there besides take of space and breathe whatever polluted air was begrudgingly allotted to me. I decided it was time to use my nenkyu (paid holiday). And this led to:

The Nenkyu hassle.

The last Insult. As I finally came to my better senses, it occurred to me that I ought to use my nenkyu (paid holiday) as I had eight days of it left. There were no classes and so students to meet. Absolutely nothing to do as they had purposely excluded me, thankfully, from any group activities that Tagalog and C. were required to join. And as I was quitting, I certainly had nothing to prepare for. After getting the necessary form and filling it out I took it down to the office and handed it to The Walking Corpse Dead Goat-head.

His reaction was businesslike enough, exactly what you'd expect of a pallid automaton and he was about ready, to my surprise, to give it the magical stamp, when he did a double-take the dates. He'd thought my "7" was a "1" although it clearly was a "7" or more accurately, he'd assumed it was for one day since probably no one in the last ten years has had the gall to use more than a day let alone ALL of their vacation. Sign of disloyalty! Ichinichkan janai," he said, incredulous ("You must just want to take one day, right?") "Ie. Nanokakan." ("No. Seven days. I've worked here for six months so I have earned 10 days of nenkyu. I used 2 already, so I have eight left. I'm using seven, from the 22nd until the 29th at which time our spring break begins." He took the paper back to his desk and sat down, smugly telling me that I couldn't use my paid holidays explaining something about the rules of the school that I didn't understand. I cut him off, getting very pissed and pointing my finger down at him: "HOU-RITSU WAKARU YO. TOKYO ni denwa shimasu. Tokyo kara renraku ga kuru." (Hey! I know the LAW. I'm going to call the labor office in Tokyo and you'll be hearing from them.)

While this is certainly not the best Japanese and probably not exactly lucid by any standards, the message got through although it was to at the time readily apparent. He repeated the same bullshit and I snapped the paper from his hand "Houritsu wakaru yo." I stepped over and called Babs over at city hall and asked her to fax me a copy of the regulations concerning nenkyu. The one she'd sent me before had mysteriously disappeared from my desk after I'd argued a nenkyu point a couple months earlier. Ten minutes later the fax arrived. This time I made copies and left one on Dead Goat-Head's desk with the nenkyu form. He'd fled the office a few minutes before. I left it at that figuring that if my nenkyu weren't approved by the next day, I'd call the labor office in K_______ and Tokyo as well. Just to cause trouble before I leave. Because I have phone numbers, and by God, I'm not afraid to use them! But the next afternoon when I went down to stamp my hanko in the daily record, I noticed that the dates from the 22nd to the 29th were filled in with the kanji for vacation. So the fax had done the trick. Ass-head had probably just said something to the effect of "Fuck it! Let's just get him out of here."

On the 22nd, I left mid-day and went to the "special" high school and announced that I had "retired" from the school and wasn't returning. The principal sat there stone-faced as if to say, "How dare you announce this without asking me first." It's customary to just disappear. Went over to the main high school and said good bye to the two principals over there who were much more friendly. Told them that I'd be watching out for bad kids on the train (I'd busted eight kids the previous term, seven for smoking in the train toilets, stinking up the car, and one other kid for repeatedly entering the train through the window). Said so long to a few other teachers and then left to go get a few articles from the dreaded PRE-SCHOOL across the street. When I got there I walked in and got my things out of my locker. Then stopped into the office where the teachers and the head-teacher were just getting ready to leave for the day. "P______-sensei!" they said pretending to be happy to see me. "Ohisashiburi desu!" (We haven't seen you in a long time). I hadn't been there in a month-and-a-half. "Ah, so desu ne," I told them, and after exchanging a few pleasantries as they followed me out to the street (giving me a photo of myself with them and the kids which I later threw in the trash) I said to them. "Ja, minasan. Mae no koto gomen ne. Demo sa, Raigetsu kara . . . ishou ni ishoukenme ganbarimashou."

They looked at each other bewildered and confused. My evil plan had worked. I'd said something to the effect that it was regrettable what had happened before ,but that I looked forward to working together again from the beginning of the next term and then left them there to jabber among themselves. As I passed through the parking garage under the high school gymnasium I looked back. They were still standing there on the street in a state of great agitation looking in my direction. I waved goodbye then slipped away laughing.

Message from Mr. Miyauchi high school English teacher:
I am sometimes really angry with the way of treating the teachers in this school. Now I'm stuck with one of students' parents. And I can't stand obeying the system. No opinion of mine has been admitted. I know your feeling. I wish I were able to get out here.

Another e-mail

Dear NP,
I've been asked to find a part-time native-speaker teacher for K_______ High School. I was wondering if you might be interested.

Conditions:
8 classes/week (the days and times can be adjusted to fit the applicant) pay is \2880/class (monthly pay basis) a small bonus

Do you know anyone who might be interested?

Thanks,
M W

M,
I read the post about the position available at K_______ tonight.
Sorry that I can't do those Friday slots. How about moving them to a Monday? I'd be delighted to teach them.
Yours,
Net Pariah

Sorry, Net Pariah
We really can't change the schedule at this late date. M

Dear Net Pariah,
I still haven't found anyone to teach the three koma that we have open on Friday.
We have to make many changes and adjustments but if you are still free on Mondays, we can probably schedule something between 12:40 and 17:30. Are you free and are you interested?
In a hurry,
M

Net Pariah,
I have received another inquiry from someone who may be able to teach the classes on Friday.
Moving the classes to Monday is a last resort and complicated and drastic measure so please forgive me if I have to give that person the job. If that person is not able to do them on Friday then you will be my first choice. Thank you for your understanding.
So to flip-flop on you.
Thanks
M W

Dear Net Pariah,
It seems that The woman is willing to take the job on Fridays. I'll keep you in mind for the next time.
Thanks for waiting
M

So looks like I'll be having those 3-day weekends after all.

(Officially laying it all to rest. now into my third week away from that loony-bin, feeling much better for it, and like Melville's Ishmael, "I, alone lived to tell the tale.")

Riji-cho, YOU NASTY FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, I SHALL NOT SOON FORGET YOU AND NOR SHALL I FORGIVE.

About two weeks before I left, having with great satisfaction informed everyone that I was leaving, I was speaking with the school secretary one day and I explaining that I was going to miss all the good people at the tandai and high-school I asked her if I might have a list of the home addresses of all the teachers and administrators so that might send them nenga jo (new year's cards). Within ten minutes she was back with a list of everyone including Ass-Head, No-gnads, Dead-Goat-Head, and Riji-Cho.

I wonder what will happen next.