"They mock him for his entire life, he mocks them in death."

- Call me a loser, I don't care! I have no regrets!

Prologue:

To night really is perfect isn't? The soft sound of rain pelting the ground, the occasional car passing down the street, and the rumbling of my empty stomach makes this the perfect moment to do it.

"Guess it's about time huh?" I muttered to myself as I turned off my phone and stopped fiddling with my lighter, picking myself up from the curb.

I dusted some dirt from my grimy, torn, drenched clothes and decided to do a couple light stretches in preparation for the big event. I took stock of the current situation.

I am currently stranded in a foreign country where I can't even speak the language, I haven't eaten anything in 2 days, haven't taken a bath in 5, haven't seen my family in a month, the most valuable thing I own is an antique lighter my dad gave me, and I'm freezing my ass off out here. Things ain't looking good and neither am I.

You might be wondering what sort of circumstances led to me being in this situation, well after missing my flight back to the states and losing all forms of identifications, I became a wandering spirit of sorts, a Nomad, if you will, someone not held down in one location or another, to put it simply I... I'm homeless.

But don't feel pity for me okay! Japan is really easy to live as a homeless person in! Public water fountains, cheap place to spend the night in and recharge my phone, and my god are public baths a blessing! What more could you ask for? I definitely don't missing eating a Top-tier All-American burger, sleeping on something other than a cheap futon, and being able to actually know what people are saying! I'M NOT HOME SICK AT ALL! NO SIR!

"Hm?" As these thoughts flowed through my mind I suddenly heard some shouting a bit down the street, I turned to my left to see 2 people close to the road having a heated argument, a girl and a boy, with a smaller guy in the middle trying (and failing) to the defuse the situation, they all looked about my age.

"Damn, and here I thought it was looked down upon to make a scene in public in Japan... Well today is my day! I been looking forward to this moment for a long time they're not about to ruin it." I muttered to myself as I pulled out my phone and began to stroll over, what better way to scare off a bunch kids than with a foreign-looking homeless man? Once I got close enough to speak to them I pulled up google translate on my phone and typed something in.

"ねえ、これをどこか別の場所に持って行ってください (Hey, take this somewhere else)" I said through my phone, all three of them turned to look at me.

"お前は一体誰だ?" the guy who was arguing asked with a scowl on his face.

"外国人?" the smaller guy mumbled with a perplexed look on his face.

"彼はネズミの糞のような臭いがする." spat the girl with a look of disgust on her face.

Oh boy... I have absolutely no idea what they're saying and they don't seem to be leaving, wait, that girl said something about shit didn't she?

As they overwhelmed me with Japanese something caught my eye from across the street, some random ugly, middle-aged, bare-footed fatass of a man that seemed to be trying to say something as he reached his hand out. Who the hell is he? Maybe he's also agitated by these guys? Well he's obviously homeless too, as such I shall dub him "Homeless-san".

YES! Over here Homeless-san! Please save me! Save a brother in arms and talk some sense into these youngsters! Just please don't mug me!

Then Homeless-san suddenly broke into a sprint (well I assume it's a sprint since I don't believe 200-pound lard asses typically move this fast), while screaming something out. Before I had time to register this something else immediately caught my attention, the blinding headlights of a truck barreling towards us at top speed, there is no way I can move out the way in time. The world around me seem to slow down, the desperate screaming from the man was drowned out by my thundering heartbeat in my ears. I experience something like this before back when I was younger, when I almost drowned at sea, after I was rescued I told my dad about it and he said that our people had name for this. "The melody of death"

What was my last thought before I met my fate? Was it my family? My friends? What I could've done differently in my life? Before any of that, a single thought came to me.

Wait a sec, isn't this the start of Musho-

The truck struck us at full force.

I died on impact.