[image error]I probably don’t need to mention what a hue kaijuphile I am.

Growing up in the Jersey ghetto, the concept of friends and adventure outside my household was something fraught with multiple dangers. I lived in a neighborhood where drive-bys were a common occurrence, and gang violence rampant. Neighbors were mostly immigrants who kept to their own little circles, and about the only activity that put me in contact with others was school.

That left the weekends, which were spent in my own little w...