Here's the 10th and final installment from the diary of a Western man who spent 22 days in a Japanese prison.
All of the previous journal entries were made over the 22 days when I was locked up. I regret what I did and have paid for my stupidity and really, let's face it; it wasn't even a spectacular crime. Pretty lame actually. The journal was written in fits and starts as my passion to lose myself in my manga or daydreams, or my depression would allow. Being locked away and not knowing how things were going to work out was obviously an incredibly stressful experience and one that I would have found much worse if I did not speak or even read Japanese. Or have any money in the bank.
