I did not sit down one day and decide to write a novel entitled, "Chop-Chop the Killer Whore." There’s a story behind it. A true story. And the story begins on Sept. 29th, 1958. On that day, in tiny Wyoming, Illinois, my Aunt Donna was murdered.

A comet is not a matchstick hissing through the night and a galaxy is not a scoop of sugar tossed against the sky.

I was sitting in my office on the second floor of my home in Saitama, tapping away at the end of a draft for a future edition of this column

When it came to designing the cover of my comic thriller Chop-Chop the Killer Whore, I knew exactly what I wanted.

Sometimes love does find a way. Sometimes it is the only thing that can.

I am sometimes asked how I met my wife. I like to say this unknown girl rushed up and tackled me. My wife’s version is different