Wake Me Up When September Ends

For once, I was ready to head home for a quiet night.

Then, my friend called and asked me to lend him 140 Yen. I was slightly bothered, of course, especially when my subway ride to meet him will cost at least 240 Yen. I was about to cuss him out jokingly, but then I remembered the time he helped me out when the ATM failed me at 7pm.

This friend of mine lost his wallet on his way to volunteering for the International Festival last week. It's been about 5 days and there's still no word regarding the wallet's whereabouts. I am slightly afraid for him.

Earlier this month, he lost his phone and a stranger returned it. So, he's keeping his faith alive. This is Japan after all. I think he also told me that he accidentally dropped his keys into the river but recovered it somehow.

I keep teasing him about his carelessness. Then, during dinner, he dropped the bomb. It was the mother of all unfortunate events. He had been planning to go to Vietnam during winter break to see his grandma for a long time. Two weeks ago, just one hour after he had purchased his ticket for Vietnam, he received a call from his brother telling him that his grandma passed away.

When I heard this news tonight, I wanted to cry for him. Poor guy. The world hasn't been very kind to him this month. Let's wake him up when September ends.