前田俊夫オフィシャルブログ

At the end of junior high, my skills of drawing is improving a lot, and I was standing out in the manga club book that my brother was working with at his design school, and my ego was getting bigger and bigger, little by little.Of course it was still amateur level, but I believed I was the best one there in the lowest circle from the point of view of a pro manga artist.

My mind was so swelled up with the idea of becoming the best/

Once in a while I would attend the amateur manga convention, and checking out other peoples work… and thought I was better than them then…but I was still Mr. nice guy…Mr. smart ass… no one knew I was the best, but I knew there definitely something to my art that no one else had.

Now we have so many manga geek around the globe… so many… but in my childhood days… we didn’t have such people with such passion for manga.

The term otaku was yet to come into focus…I was pre occupied with manga things and the like all day long…and this was my bliss… drawing manga and listening to music around midnight.

I didn’t have much time to sleep, so during class I would be really fucked up, with my head down on the desk, not paying attention to the teachers lessons.