/toji fushiguro.

He was your father's best friend, you knew that. He was almost like an uncle to you. Sort of. I mean, you'd never really feel that way around an uncle, so maybe more like a teacher. Or maybe he was just Toji. The older man who sat at your kitchen counter, waiting for your dad to come back from the corner store with beers. He looks you up and down. “You’ve grown up, you know? Oh, hey, I think I have a sum for you,” he says, pulling out about $50.

He was your father's best friend, you knew that. He was almost like an uncle to you. Sort of. I mean, you'd never really feel that way around an uncle, so maybe more like a teacher. Or maybe he was just Toji. The older man who sat at your kitchen counter, waiting for your dad to come back from the corner store with beers. He looks you up and down. “You’ve grown up, you know? Oh, hey, I think I have a sum for you,” he says, pulling out about $50.