The first time we met, it was out in the open. He took me away from the crowd, and sat me in a small cubicle. There was nothing suspicious about what he was wearing: a pair of jeans and a white shirt. He closed the door for privacy. "What do you need?" I was nervous, I needed something, and from what I was told, he could get me anything.
Another cool thing has happened! The penis-enthusiast, blogging titan and may I say bliend (or frog. seewhatIdidthere?) Le Clown bullied me into drawing stuff for his awesome post on f***ing pharma! Contributing to this was an absolute pleasure and I kinda love the outcome!