Let’s start at the base. Or the bottom, in my case. It was a climb for both of us doujinshi-loving freaks who had never met once before in our lives, and maybe only skirted by each other in the awful, smelly hallways of those shops that you lie to people about going to, like two ships both mutually carrying drugs passing by each other in the night. I’d never met him before, didn’t even know his face, because in places like The Sticky Page, a popular doujinshi den, you don’t usually make eye-contact.

Where they got these little beauties though, now that’s a subject for a hard-hitting reporter to take on.