First of all, I am honored to start writing my story to you. My English sentence is still terrible as you can see, but I try to write about what has happened to me until now. It have a reason why my story starts from Season 4 and also why my website is called “flower on the shit”. Today I want to try to explain you those reasons. So, why is it shit? The fu*king stupid 1st episode of my story!!
Hi friends, I’m Hironori Ozaki (called Hiro or Okkun) from Japan. I’m a writer, a painter, a publisher and a bar owner in Japan. However, I’m just a dishwasher and a housekeeper in Whistler, Canada right now. So, What happened? It is a long long way to explain and I have to start to explain to you who I am exactly at first. It is very difficult because I also don’t know for sure about that, and I’m losing myself now. But I’ll try to do it little by little with my simple self-introduction.
Date back to about 10 years ago, I was working at a day-care center as a child carer. But all my coworkers expect me were women over 40 and it was distressing for me who was young, just 20 years old. I’m sure that I would have gotten a better salary and maybe had a family if I had endured it that time. But I couldn’t do it and I quit after only 2 years. I endured the mental anguish at my workplace everyday, I was addicted to gambling, I went to play slot-machine every single day after I finished work, of course, I spent a lot of money and I got distressed again.
I was sick and tired, all the same and bad days over and over again. Then I decided to go out on the street and watch people who are walking on the street if I have time to watch a TV in my house. But I had to get some reason for watching people on the street because I just stood on street 2 or 3 hours and It was so weird. Then, I went to buy a sketchbook and pen and I tried to draw people’s portrait while sitting on the street. I was just making a reason for watching people, that’s why my drawing skill was nothing and I couldn’t draw a sample of my portraits. I just wrote one word on the 1st page of my sketchbook that “I can draw your portrait in 1min” then if somebody was interested in me, I showed the 2nd page that had written down “If you don’t like your portrait which I drew, I don’t need money” and 3rd page was “Come here”
Since then, drawing portraits on the street added into my daily life. Of course, my portrait was fu*kin terrible (still terrible now though), but drawing portraits made me meet new people, staying off boredom, and above all, I was glad to have an opportunity to talk to new friends while looking into their eyes.
After one year, I couldn’t catch anybody that day, even though I have tried to put a bunch of other words for attracting the attention of customers. After 3 hours since I started to sit on the street, I decided to quit drawing portraits because nobody came. Well, “From now, I’ll put a new word on my sketchbook and If nobody comes in 1 hour, I’ll never sit down on the street and draw portraits again.” So, What word do I write?
At that moment, I suddenly thought of the 2 years old children who I was caring at the day-care center. They have one exciting word but they learn that word is a bad word and if they say that word, a child carer will come along soon and scold them. That word is called “Unko”, of course, it means “Shit” in Japanese. I put a word “Unko” on my sketchbook and tried to enjoy the last drawing of my life.
However, people who were attracted to that word as a child come to “Unko” and I got 80 bucks for my last hour. Everyone came to me with such a nice smile, just as children and we had an enjoyable time, then above all, they had nothing to do with how good my portrait quality was. Everybody said thank you to me, no matter how terrible my portrait was, because they are just curious about why I write shit on the sketchbook and came to me.
Since then, Sitting on the street, writing Unko on my sketchbook has added to my daily life and my really weird life started.
To be continued..