As a teenager in Tokyo, coming of age in the 1960s, Jimi Yui was by his own account a wild child and a terrible student. He'd spend his days "rocking it" in the neighborhoods of Roppongi and Azabu, and when he wanted to impress a date he'd take her to The Guest House, the storied Chinese restaurant his immigrant parents poured their lives into.

The last thing that the 16-year-old tearaway saw coming was a one way ticket to a Benedictine high school in the middle of America.

But that's the thing about being young, you think you know it all, until you don't. Unbenownst to Yui, his concerned parents, guided by a wise aunt and uncle, were conspiring to have him shipped off to a Catholic high school a world away.