Well my childhood sw buddy is no lnger with us, he is One with the Force now
Sorry to hear that Frank. My condolences...
As for my childhood best friend
Matt Wallin that I mentioned above, there's been this horribly nagging guilty feeling that I've had to live with for about 25 years now, related to something I kinda did to him and his SW collection. Maybe if I share my thoughts and come clean to all of you here and offer up my apologies to him in this thread, it will help me to finally face my demons and move on with my life...
(this is like one of Big Red's stories, so you might want to pull up a chair...)
What happened was this: I used to take some of my figures to church with me on Sunday mornings to play with and pass the time during the boring service (I'm about 8-9 years old here). So one Sunday morning, as I was running up the steps of the church, I tripped and fell and landed on my side. (I'm not clumsy though. Really, I'm not...
)
I immediately realized the potential consequences for my lack of coordination, and quickly pulled out the
Death Star Droid figure that I had in my pocket at the time. Oh dear Lord... I busted his right hand clean off...
I was mortified. This was the first, and only time in my
entire life that I had damaged (or even lost) ANYTHING related to my Star Wars collection. Well, I tried to glue the DSD's hand back on, but to no avail. I guess glue sucked back in 1979...
Needless to say, I couldn't live with a less than mint figure (much like today), so I considered my options. I didn't have the $ to get a new one, and my parent's would've said it was still a perfectly fine figure and therefore likely wouldn't have wanted to replace it. But alas! An evil, sinister idea popped into my tiny, pea-sized brain...
I'd swap it with my best friend Matt's Death Star Droid when he wasn't paying attention!
God, I'm clever... So later on, off to Matt Wallin's house I went, to play with our SW stuff, his video games, etc., with my busted hand DSD hidden away in my pocket. I remember that Matt had his Death Star playset out in his room with some figures posed in it - though we weren't playing with it. He walked out of the room for a moment... Perfect chance. Time to make my move!
His Death Star Droid was displayed right there in the Death Star... and
BAM! In the blink of an eye, I swapped my broken DSD from my pocket, with his nice mint, non-broken one in his Death Star! He came back, we headed off to his video game system, and he never noticed the little Houdini trick I had just pulled on him... Well, he did notice later on that his DSD was suddenly missing a hand, but he had no idea how the hell it happened, and never thought to accuse his very best friend in the world - ME!
So, therein you see the guilt that I've burdoned myself with over the past quarter century...
Matt, if you're reading this - for my sinister deed, I offer up my most humble apologies to you and your Star Wars collection. AAAHHH, I feel so much better now after getting that dark little secret of mine off my chest finally...
So, am I a horrible person?
Will you guys still be my friends...?
Do you think I'm going to hell for my actions...
Well, if I do go to hell, I'll be taking Matt Wallin's fine example of a vintage
Death Star Droid with me!!!