This is pretty cool. I'm rooting for the guy who was talking about recruiting ring girls haha.
Is this a brand new show that's about to premier in Japan?
This is Enson Inoue
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Is this a brand new show that's about to premier in Japan?
Two time racquetball World Champion player?! This man has no limits! Fuck I feel like I can now openly talk about this game I've been so quietly in love with thanks to you. Don't get me wrong I'm horrible and don't play often but from now on when I do I'm going to pretend I'm you.
Enson is awesome. Tommorrow I'll share a story about the time I saw him I'm a grocery store in Vancouver Washington
I was only 4 time Japan Champion. Egan was the World Champion.Two time racquetball World Champion player?! This man has no limits! Fuck I feel like I can now openly talk about this game I've been so quietly in love with thanks to you. Don't get me wrong I'm horrible and don't play often but from now on when I do I'm going to pretend I'm you.
Lol at "only".....4 time Japan champ is still humble in his acheivements. Is there footage of these matches you can post?
Wow!!!!
Lol ya....That was some good evening news that night, made me go dust off my racquet.
Hey Enson would you mind giving a story about your 26 days in prison? As a man living in BC I always find story's about minor possession and jail time interesting. An old arrival that MMAJunkie did in 2008 didn't have much for details.
"“I’m this tough dude that doesn’t tap, but I’m also human, too,” Inoue said. “I had insecurities in prison. I had hard times. I had to overcome it a lot.”
Hope this isn't too personal.
"“I’m this tough dude that doesn’t tap, but I’m also human, too,” Inoue said. “I had insecurities in prison. I had hard times. I had to overcome it a lot.”
Hope this isn't too personal.
I kept a journal that was honest to the bone on how I was feeling. It will be in book 2 but I will post a teaser in a minute
Book 2 teaser
Prison Diary
October 20, 2008 Monday: Day 3
Yesterdays dairy had to end abruptly because "pen time" was up and they took it away.
Last night dinner was pretty good. It was fish katsu and I ate it down really fast. Then at night I did push ups and sit ups before I laid down to go to sleep. I must have dozed off at about 10:30 pm and come to think of it that may have been one of the few times I've ever fallen asleep before 11 pm in over 10 years. However, I only got about 6 hours because my eyes opened at about 4:30 am. I felt good and wide awake so instead of trying to go back to sleep, I began stretching and did some push ups and sit ups. When I was done I still had and hour before wake up time. It's hard as it is to adjust to prison life but thoughts of my Family and students suffering brings twice the amount of pain. It's only been 3 days but I am determined to stay strong and make it through with my head held high. I feel strong at time but when thoughts of my Family slips through it breaks me down. Today I went to court at 8 am. It was like being in the movies. 7 of us prisoners were handcuffed and shackled with a rope passing though all our handcuffs so we were all tied together. We were then led to a bus with bars and metal wire on the windows and we were tied to the seats. Just before we boarded the bus, one of the officers that was escorting us looked at me and said, "You remember the Pride that Mirko won? You gave me an autograph and took a picture with me. Thank you!" My heart dropped. All I could think of at that moment was how many fans I was going to disappoint when this hits the news. So I apologized to him and said, "I'm going to clear this problem and then someday see you at another event in a better environment."
As we were picking up other prisoners I noticed some were old men, some looked like drug users, some were scared teenagers, and of course some were definitely underworld figures. At 9 am we finally arrived at the courthouse and was lead to a concrete cell with room for 12 prisoners each cell. There was a toilet in the corner with no privacy, and we were prohibited to move or talk. There were prisoners from all over Tokyo totaling an incredible 340 prisoners. We were all called out for questioning and my call came at 2 pm. Shit! 5 and a half hours just sitting and waiting in handcuffs. My ass got sore, my shoulders got stiff, and my neck began to hurt. All I could think was that this was a punishment from Jesus for being so stupid and for not opening the door when he has been knocking for so long. With this thought in mind I seemed to find power to hold on.
From 2 pm to 3:30 pm I was questioned by the prosecutor. Everything went smooth and was returned to my cell only to be greeted by 3 slices of bread and some jam. Damn, a big change from the Shabu Shabu I was eating 2 nights before I got arrested. As we were about to leave the courthouse at 5 pm one of the officers there told me to that he is a big fan of mine and to keep my head up and that he was routing for me. Just a few words of encouragement but it lifted my spirits up tremendously. Sitting at the courthouse was like torture and returning back to the prison felt like coming home. It's so unbelievable how we all underestimate ourselves. God made our bodies and hearts so strong and it's so unfortunate that before we find out just how strong he made us, we tend to give up in our minds too soon. Because, if someone were to ask me if I could sit in a cell being handcuffed, not being able to talk or move for over 7 hours I would have said, No way. But to my amazement I did it.
I felt really relieved to be back at my cell which was a much easier environment but i felt a bit frightened that prison began feeling a little bit too much like home. Funny how I was just about feeling that prison was unbearable then this comes along. Something 10 time more torturous than prison. It's so comparable to the whole big picture of life. No matter how bad a situation you're in there is always someone in a worse situation or something that could easily make you situation even worse. Before I begin to feel sorry for myself that I'm away from my family, locked in prison, I must first realize that I'm lucky that I'm not diagnosed with cancer or not paralyzed from a car accident. Appreciating your situation is just a frame of mind.
It's now 6 pm and the officer just gave me last call to return my pen. I can't help to wonder right not how my family are doing right now and if they are okay. God I miss them so much......
Prison Diary
October 20, 2008 Monday: Day 3
Yesterdays dairy had to end abruptly because "pen time" was up and they took it away.
Last night dinner was pretty good. It was fish katsu and I ate it down really fast. Then at night I did push ups and sit ups before I laid down to go to sleep. I must have dozed off at about 10:30 pm and come to think of it that may have been one of the few times I've ever fallen asleep before 11 pm in over 10 years. However, I only got about 6 hours because my eyes opened at about 4:30 am. I felt good and wide awake so instead of trying to go back to sleep, I began stretching and did some push ups and sit ups. When I was done I still had and hour before wake up time. It's hard as it is to adjust to prison life but thoughts of my Family and students suffering brings twice the amount of pain. It's only been 3 days but I am determined to stay strong and make it through with my head held high. I feel strong at time but when thoughts of my Family slips through it breaks me down. Today I went to court at 8 am. It was like being in the movies. 7 of us prisoners were handcuffed and shackled with a rope passing though all our handcuffs so we were all tied together. We were then led to a bus with bars and metal wire on the windows and we were tied to the seats. Just before we boarded the bus, one of the officers that was escorting us looked at me and said, "You remember the Pride that Mirko won? You gave me an autograph and took a picture with me. Thank you!" My heart dropped. All I could think of at that moment was how many fans I was going to disappoint when this hits the news. So I apologized to him and said, "I'm going to clear this problem and then someday see you at another event in a better environment."
As we were picking up other prisoners I noticed some were old men, some looked like drug users, some were scared teenagers, and of course some were definitely underworld figures. At 9 am we finally arrived at the courthouse and was lead to a concrete cell with room for 12 prisoners each cell. There was a toilet in the corner with no privacy, and we were prohibited to move or talk. There were prisoners from all over Tokyo totaling an incredible 340 prisoners. We were all called out for questioning and my call came at 2 pm. Shit! 5 and a half hours just sitting and waiting in handcuffs. My ass got sore, my shoulders got stiff, and my neck began to hurt. All I could think was that this was a punishment from Jesus for being so stupid and for not opening the door when he has been knocking for so long. With this thought in mind I seemed to find power to hold on.
From 2 pm to 3:30 pm I was questioned by the prosecutor. Everything went smooth and was returned to my cell only to be greeted by 3 slices of bread and some jam. Damn, a big change from the Shabu Shabu I was eating 2 nights before I got arrested. As we were about to leave the courthouse at 5 pm one of the officers there told me to that he is a big fan of mine and to keep my head up and that he was routing for me. Just a few words of encouragement but it lifted my spirits up tremendously. Sitting at the courthouse was like torture and returning back to the prison felt like coming home. It's so unbelievable how we all underestimate ourselves. God made our bodies and hearts so strong and it's so unfortunate that before we find out just how strong he made us, we tend to give up in our minds too soon. Because, if someone were to ask me if I could sit in a cell being handcuffed, not being able to talk or move for over 7 hours I would have said, No way. But to my amazement I did it.
I felt really relieved to be back at my cell which was a much easier environment but i felt a bit frightened that prison began feeling a little bit too much like home. Funny how I was just about feeling that prison was unbearable then this comes along. Something 10 time more torturous than prison. It's so comparable to the whole big picture of life. No matter how bad a situation you're in there is always someone in a worse situation or something that could easily make you situation even worse. Before I begin to feel sorry for myself that I'm away from my family, locked in prison, I must first realize that I'm lucky that I'm not diagnosed with cancer or not paralyzed from a car accident. Appreciating your situation is just a frame of mind.
It's now 6 pm and the officer just gave me last call to return my pen. I can't help to wonder right not how my family are doing right now and if they are okay. God I miss them so much......
That is an awesome read Enson, thank you for sharing that little bit. You seem to have such a great outlook on life's hardships and how to over come them especially when it seems hopeless. Looking forward to reading your book and again its great to have you as a member here.
It's a VICE production.
Video of Mission 35
Traveling up North for 4 years and counting.
Can't believe it's been 4 years!
View: http://youtu.be/3Xqo1nzAHRo
Traveling up North for 4 years and counting.
Can't believe it's been 4 years!
View: http://youtu.be/3Xqo1nzAHRo
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What can people do to help you out on top of the donations?
Check out my page at www.destinyforever.com and if you're in Japan and the timing is right you can join me on a mission.
That would be an amazing journey. Never know what the future holds...
