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Grandma

Jyo Minakawa — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 05:53:56 +0000

My grandma passed away and some of my family wanted to see a video I did with her a few months ago. So this is a video for my family.

Babble town

Jyo Minakawa — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 23:19:20 +0000

This is a vlog I did for a site called vloggerheads. They have vlog week and this is the 3rd one I did. I had a bit of a blooper so I thought I’d post it here too.

Arrested part 2

Jyo Minakawa — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 22:05:32 +0000

So when Russ and I were entering the bathroom a small man was leaving. We walked in and I took out the sweatshirts that I had in my coat and Russ opened his bookbag to put the stuff in. As all the stuff was out on the sink counter the same small man walked back in and then immediately turned around and walked back out. We both panicked and Russ zipped up his bag and ran out of the bathroom. I was stuck with 2 huge sweatshirts and started looking for places to hide them. I went to the toilet, opened the top and thought of putting them in the inner workings of the toilet, but it was too small and I thought, maybe the guy wasn’t security and we we’re just being paranoid. I also thought that the sweatshirt was awesome and I wanted it.

So I put them back in my coat and walked out of the bathroom. Now I’m not sure I mentioned in my last blog that there was a long hallway from the bathroom back into MACYS, but there was. I remember being at the end of the hallway right near the door to the bathroom and seeing Russ stopped and talking to two guys who I knew were security. I began walking down the long hallway and thinking “They are not going to stop you, just keep walking,” I kept walking and they didn’t look at me yet. I just kept telling myself “you’re gonna make it, you’re gonna make it.” I was about 10 feet away when they looked up at me and I just knew I was caught. I stopped, dropped my coat, and hung my head in shame. I remember hearing the sound of the hangers clang as they hit the floor. I should’ve fucking ran. Security picked up the “hot” items and escorted us to the MACY’s holding area. At this point they separated Russ and I into 2 rooms and interrogated us.

Let me just say now, that when I grew up my family didn’t have much money and the people I hung out with didn’t have much either. That being said, a lot of my traits and ethics came from the streets, and telling on people is a no no. I feel stupid saying that but its true. Now back to me being interrogated.

They sat me down and left for a bit. I found out that they were interrogating Russ first, then they would come back for me. After some time they came back to talk to me. In times like this I turn into a 9 year old boy, a scared and innocent boy who doesn’t know what to do and needs your help. Partially because I want to get out of trouble and partly because I am scared. They asked me what happened and I told them the story without incriminating my friends. They told me Russ had some CD’s and other stuff that he admitted to stealing. They tried to get me to say it was all Russ’s idea and he was in charge. I said no, but with my eyes was trying to relay that it was. Kinda shitty but I wanted to get out of this thing. Next they told me that Russ said, Jeff who worked at Foot Locker told us that we could take this stuff. Totally telling on Jeff. I said that it wasn’t true and that Jeff had no idea that I took the stuff. As I saw it, we were caught and there was no reason to bring Jeff down too. After all snitches get stitches yall.

After they were satisfied with the stories, I started to grasp at straws to get out of this. I asked if I was gonna be ok because I was not an American citizen (which I am not, I am a citizen of Japan but a legal citizen of America with a green card. I was born in Japan and could change citizenship but it is kinda my way to have some pride for my Japaneseiness.) and would I get deported back to Japan. They laughed and told me that I better get used to eating sushi. That hurt. They said other shitty things but that sushi line sticks with me. Worst of all there would be no slap on the wrist. They called the cops and we were gonna be booked. The police got there and put me in handcuffs. That shit hurt, the cuffs were really tight and I was cuffed so my hands were behind my back. So when I was put in his squad car I was sitting on my hands. I was brought to the police station and was escorted to a holding cell.

Next was the fun stuff. They took my fingerprints and also my mugshot. I remember trying to look really tough in my photo. Then I had to call my parents, which rates as one of the worst moments of my life. I recall telling my mom I was arrested and her not believing me. Thats because I would call her regularly and make her believe that horrible things have happened, and then when I got her to believe me I’d tell her it was a joke. Terrible but really funny. The police officer had to get on the phone and tell her it wasn’t a joke. I wished it was a joke. My folks had to post bail and pick me up.

Before we could go home I remember I had to stop at my friend Dustin’s house because I left something important there. I think I was gonna sleep over there and left my bag there, or something. I walked into his room soo somber and scared, I told him what happened. I remember he just started to smile and then erupted with laughter. I don’t remember what he said but I do remember it was some of the funniest, insensitive shit ever. As I grabbed my bag and left he continued his song of wonderful insensitivity. I remember before I left his room him referencing a time when I got in trouble and my dad took a knife put it too my thumb and said if this was Japan I would be thumbless (my dads not crazy, he’s the greatest dad ever just don’t drink underage or he will cut your thumb off). I left Dustin’s, got in our car and went home. Back at the homestead, my parents went ballistic. They were soo disappointed in me. My mom was crying, my dad was throwing things that he bought me at my face. He kept grabbing things that he bought me and telling me that he worked his butt off to give me the things I wanted…then he would chuck them at me. I saw how much I hurt them and it killed me. Seeing people you love disappointed in you, crying, and hurt is maybe the worst thing in the world.

I learned that night that what I did was not worth all this and I don’t think I will ever forget that. I have not stolen anything (of importance) since that day. In a weird way I’m proud of me getting arrested because I truly believe I’m a better person for it. I made a mistake and I learned from it. Now go out and get arrested.

Arrested

Jyo Minakawa — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 22:04:40 +0000

So when I was 16 years old I was arrested for larceny. I was a junior at Colonie High it was my first year at this new school because I was suspended from my old school. My old school was Notre Dame Bishop Gibbons. I was kinda a big shot at NDBG’s because I grew up with all my classmates and I was the class clown. It was a small school and I was a terror. I wasn’t a badasss or anything, I just harassed teachers and played fun little jokes. Also most of the things I did would involve most of my friends. For example we would find out our teachers first name and while they were turned around I would yell in a deep voice “Frank(teachers name)!” They would turn around and say “Jyo stop yelling” at that point someone from the opposite side of the room would yell “Frank!” And so on and so on, until the teacher just lost it. It was great. One day a friend brought in a bunch of BB’s like for a BB gun and passed them out, then in Mrs. Woodruffs class(she was known for being crazy and yelling alot) someone would throw a BB at the metal radiator, “PING!” after the second one she thought she knew who did it and put him in the hallway. When he was in the hallway someone else would throw another BB, “PING!” This would happen all class and noone could really get in trouble because they could never pinpoint who actually doing it. She actually searched the entire class and we hid them in our pen caps and other places. It was great. My favorite thing I did was me and a friend Ryan would ride the bus home. We would sit in the front of the bus and try and talk to the bus driver. He was a middle aged guy who wore blue blocker sunglasses and a brown leather jacket. We would ask him his name and he would never tell us. Around that time there was a man in the newspapers named Al Wetsill, he was arrested for child molestation. We stared calling the bus driver Al Wetsill. Me and Ryan knew his bus route so one day we got off the bus and ran to Ryan’s house, we put on hooded sweatshirts and hopped on our bikes. We caught up to Al’s bus and got in front of the bus riding our bikes. We stayed in front of the bus riding like 3 mph for his entire route. He was honking and going nuts. Awesome. The next day in school me and Ryan were called into the principals office. We told her we didn’t know anything about it, but she said we had to tell her something so we told her our buddy Dean might know something. She called Dean in and he told her he also didn’t know about it but Jon might know something. This went on until almost everyone in our class was in her office. It was dropped. Power in numbers baby! Months later I eventually was caught by the principal, who was standing outside one of my classes, yelling a teachers name. She said I was suspended for multiple things and not just for yelling a teachers name in class. I decided the next year I would goto Colonie.

When I started Colonie I knew 2 People. They were in that “Cool Kids” group so I thought I would be OK. But during the first week the 2 kids I knew basically brushed me off and I had to forge my own way. During that period I met Russ(not real name) and Jeff(real name) along with some others but they are the important in this story. One weekend me and a couple of friends went to Mohawk Mall. We were gonna goto pick up Russ who worked at a music store and goto Colonie Central Mall. Russ was finishing up some work and told us we could steal whatever Cd’s we wanted. I didn’t, but Russ grabbed some Cd’s before we left. At Colonie Central Mall we where going to visit Jeff who worked at Foot Locker. Jeff would also tell us that if the manager goes in the back we could steal whatever we wanted. The manager would go to the back and all my friends were taking shit and laughing, it looked soo great. I decided it was safe and started looking around the store to see what I could take. I found an awesome sweatshirt. The manager went in the back, I took off my NFL starter jacket, wrapped it around my sweatshirt and ran out of the Foot Locker. I was basically running through the mall and saw Russ who told me to go to Macys bathroom where we could put the sweatshirts in his backpack. I guess in my haste I grabbed 3 sweatshirts along with the 3 hangers they were on. The hangers were clanging so loud as we made our way to Macys bathroom.

I have to run but will post Part 2 of this story later tonight.

Crush

Jyo Minakawa — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 22:03:53 +0000

Ok I’m gonna tell you about a girl named Lucy(not real name). This is a girl I had a crush on when I was younger. I first saw Lucy working out at my gym. I did gymnastics for 8 or 9 years and basically lived in the gym my entire childhood. I found out she was 16 or 17 years old, and at the time I was maybe 13. Lucy was amazing, and I was fascinated by her right away. She was very shy and after working out each day with others in her level she would go off by herself and do about a half and hour of her own conditioning post work out, work out. I admired her work ethic and how she looked in that leotard. I started really liking her, in that I don’t ever talk to you but have formed huge assumptions about your life through looking at you alot, sort of way. Since we didn’t talk all that much I had to look for other ways to connect with her. At the gym we worked out in, there was a big room where all the gymnasts would keep their stuff, coats, gym bags, and such. Lucy kept her stuff here too. When I was alone in there I would look to see what kind of coat Lucy had, and if her bag was unzipped I could catch a glimpse of what she carried in there. But what I wanted was a momento, something of hers I could carry with me. I found a $20 bill in her coat pocket. I took it, and I swear it was not because I wanted money but because it was hers. I think there was some smaller bills, but in my mind the $20 bill was the largest quantity and probably most valuable to her and something about that made it more special to me. I didn’t spend it, I cherished it. Then one day I really needed money and had to use the $20, it sucked but when I got the change and tried to cherish that, but it was harder. Every time I would spend more of it I tried to save the change to keep “Lucy” with me. Eventually I spent every penny. I was sad, and I felt stupid. It wasn’t stealing if I kept the money forever. But I didn’t, I just took it and spent it, like it was an ordinary $20 bill.

I knew I messed up and had to prove that I did love her by taking ANOTHER one of her $20 bills and keep it forever.

Now I wish I could tell you me and Lucy are together today and that I still have that $20 bill, but I can’t. She ended up going to college and my love faded. There were a few times after the second $20 that I thought about taking more money but I think I started to realize that this was unhealthy. I realize this is one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done, and hate writing about it, but It’s all true and somewhat funny, so there it is. After posting this one I sort of wanna start writing nice, non crazy things that i’ve done to counterbalance the last few posts. Leave me a comment telling me if I’m weirding you people out. Or if you like this sort of stuff.

Virginity

Jyo Minakawa — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 21:56:27 +0000

So something I’m sure I lied to many people about was the first time I inserted my penis into a woman’s heynanunanu. The year was 1995 and I was on Spring Break in Cancun, Mexico. I was 18 years old and a freshman in college. I went with 4 or 5 guys I just became friends with at college and one of them Glen(who is still a good friend, good dude) invited 3 guys and 3 girls from his hood, which is East Boston.

I remember arriving at sunrise and walking with Pete, who was my freshman year roommate, to the nearest seller of corona. We bought a case and the owner asked if we wanted to use his bottle opener to pop one in the store, this was the first thing I did in Cancun…fucking awesome….and I’m 18!!!! We walked back to our hotel corona in hand and watched the sunrise, got drunk and went to bed. After waking up the day was somewhat of a blur but I do remember going to the hotel pool and noticing that one of the girls who came with us, I’ll call her Kate, had her nipple skin peeking out of the side of her bikini top. The weird thing about this is that her nipple skin(I think its called areola) were huge, the diameter must have been about 5 inches, if her bikini top moved at all it was showtime. It was truly amazing, I wish I could draw you a picture. Anyway, after that we walked the beach and I remember one hotel had tequila volleyball in their pool, its basically volleyball with a guy pouring tequila in everyones mouths. Really fun stuff. Thats all I remember about that day. Now to the Night.

This night is one of the funnest times I’ve had. All 8 to 10 of us first went to a small bar/club where not many other spring breakers were at. We started drinking and dancing and just having a blast. Glen was throwing his money around and actually ended up renting a random local mexican guy for the time we were at this one place. That actually sounds kinda creepy and almost wrong but it just consisted of the guy dancing with us jumping in a small creek of water running through the club and having a good time. I don’t remember that guys name but I loved him. Next we went to a bar called Carlos and Charlie’s(I think), It was like walking into a movie, everyone was dancing and drinking. People were on tables, everyone was so happy and friendly, it was amazing. I wish I could explain in words the beauty of my dance that night but it is impossible. I ended up dancing with one of the girls that came with us to Cancun, I think her name was Shannon. We danced for a while and ended up making out. It must have been my awesome dancing that aroused her. Hours later we all started walking back to the hotel and Shannon came back to my room. Now let me explain the setup of out hotel room. When you walk in there is a bathroom to the left and a kitchen to the right, straight ahead was 2 steps down to a square room with beds/couches on each of the walls except the wall straight ahead that was a sliding glass wall to the outside, right on the beach. There was a master bedroom on the right of this room(right if you are facing the window to the beach), the master bedroom had a half wall, so if you stood on one of the beds in the other room you could see into the master bedroom. Ok I hope thats not too confusing, the one thing I’m trying to say is that the master bedroom is not private, but back Shannon.

We got to use the master bedroom because we are hooking up. We start kissing and such, I start taking off her clothes. At this point I’m scared, I mean real scared, I’m a virgin for Christ sake. She starts giving me pleasure(maybe for the first time, I forget, but probably, damn thats sad), I start going downtown, I could have been licking the bedsheets for all I know. Then I start hearing giggling from my friends who are peeking over the half wall. I guess they didn’t know this was going to be the wonderfully special time that I lose my virginity. After a few minutes I start negotiating to myself if I want to be a virgin anymore. I could abort mission right now. But I was already embarrased enough that I was a virgin at 18. It seemed that noone I knew was a virgin, either that or they were lying like I was. I decided it was man time. I needed a condom. The only one I had was a condom that was in this keychain I carried. I don’t think it was supposed to actually be used, I think it was kinda like a joke keychain, break in case of emergency sort of thing. I ran naked in the other room(where it was), my friends probably saw me but I forget. I applied the Condom and proceeded to have some bad sex. I don’t remember too much about the actual poking, but it seemed like she liked it, which is cool. Now here is another mini confession in this big confession is that I never orgasmed, I think its kinda embarrassing because that might mean I didn’t technically lose my virginity. So thats that.

Now to wrap this up let me just say after this night I completely ignored her. For the rest of the week she followed me into men’s rooms, she broke into my room, I would literally run away from her and HIDE places. She said she wanted to leave Cancun early, which I kinda felt good about not because I couldn’t stand her but because it was flattering that my lovemaking could ruin this girl. Let me just say I didn’t do this because I hated her but because i didn’t know how to deal with her or any of this stuff. I think this happens alot, and girls think that the guy is just a jerk. Some of the time(not all) the guys just not mature enough to deal with the aftermath of sex. I know I was.

I just wanted to let you all know I’ve had lots of sex since this, and I’ve been handling it a little better.