Waiting to get into an arcade in Tokyo, they only let a few people in every five minutes.
The dimly-lit floor features dozens of classic arcade cabinets from the 'golden era' of American arcades.
I rush to an empty Moon Cresta and start playing, memories of my childhood - bottlecaps, dumpster diving, smashing fluorescent tube lights, and Juice Newton singing "Angel of the Morning" - come flooding back.
