Oct. 13
It is the anniversary of the death of my teacher in college today, and I went to visit his grave.
It has been nine years since the teacher who loved wine passed away.
On the way home, I dropped at an izakaya in Shinjuku and had a hoppy, horse-sashimi, and yakitori, etc.
Occasionally, it’s the usual store I’ve been going to for nearly 10 years.
This is a place where I can feel relieved.
Well, I went home and drank wine.
