Star Wars Forever

I wasn't much of a Star Wars guy back in the day. I was a base ball card collector and sports fanatic. But, as was childhood protocol for my generation, I had my collection of Star Wars figurines. They took it hard, roughed up, thrown in the dirt, left in the rain, hung out to dry in hyper space. These are my surviving crew members from those days. Heckled, jeered, put through the ringer, the meat tenderizer, some stripped of their weapons and 2nd Amendment rights, canceled, put through the meat grinder, left in the spin cycle for too long in storage boxes in a musky attic crawl space. However, my O.G. crew just stepped out of the box to quench fresh air and flirt with the fairy dust found in the flowers. Grasping a moment to exhale all the tensions of past fights, to make peace a pact within themselves. Their inner circles are tighter, the Death Stars are destroyed and time matured them, disarmed them. Don't call it old age, the energy is still in their DNA, it's just a little conserved better and they've learned to recharge properly through inner reflection. Whether peace is gained at the Pub or in walks through the park.

These pics capture the essence of the manifestation of life experiences, wherever these dudes wander always becomes their Dagobah. Inner sanctuary, inner peace. The humidity of the wetlands, this greenscape with no cell phone reception, the gamers are gameless, no K/D ratios, remote controllers are futile, Their humility speaks through the empty cans of Alderidian Ale tossed in the thickets, the good times around the swampy, mosquito infested camp fires. Jokes and laughter and survival stories. They discuss the days of fistfights and laser blasters, poppin' caps at the Mos Eisley Cantina. You know, tales that start with...."Back in the day".....

I'm positive that C3PO was part of this arsenal of simps decades ago, but perhaps he was scrapped for parts while in storage during the Covid 19 pandemic.