I got a job in a Japanese company workng with Japanese people in Japan. This was in 1990, I was young, I didn’t know it was supposed to be difficult. When I started I didn’t know a word of Japanese. I learned, I had to. After 5 years I left. So far, I haven’t has a conversation in Japanese this century. Sometimes I choose to think in Japanese and once I yelled at the kids, “nani yatte iru no!” “baka yaro!” Yet I know fine rightly I could never speak it better than a six or seven year old, I should have been drunk less and studied more. What an ass I am, I’ve wasted my life and now I will never properly understand the TV news in Japanese.