What would Boba Fett do?

I realized that something was missing from my life. There was a hole. An emptiness. Only one thing could fill it.
Boba Fett.



I remember dressing as Boba Fett for Halloween when I was in 6th grade. It was the cheap little plastic costumes you get in a bag. It was 1983.
We couldn't afford to get the Boba gun, so my Dad cut out a piece of Cardboard and I spent an afternoon going over it with a Magic Marker. I think I kept the mask on all day. It was the coolest thing I'd ever had.
I was Boba Fett.
In High School we played the Star Wars Role Playing Game. Obviously, I played a Bounty Hunter. I think my name was Tranis Mylar (Never could come up with cool names). It was fun, but the best was yet to come.
Joe Maiz was the Guru of Gaming in my group of friends. He worked at Gamesmanship in South Coast Plaza and had EVERYTHING. He ran everything. And one spectacular night, we had about 8 people (OK, 8 guys, we rarely had girls playing) who all waned to play Star Wars. Joe wasn't sure what he wanted to do. I was flipping thru the book and saw the description of the man.
"Can I be Boba Fett?"
It was a joke, but Joe got an evil twinkle in his eye. He dragged me into the next room and we hatched our evil scheme.
Everyone got their dice and sodas and we started playing. I sat there in silence for probably half an hour. Joe was beautiful...
"You see Boba Fett walk in..."
"What does he do?"
Joe just turns to me. I start talking...
"He walks over the the bar and..."
"Holy Shit! You're Boba Fett! We're fucked!"
The rest of the game is unimportant. Just know that I was the Man. No, better. I was the Fett.
Somewhere around here I still have the Action Figure from when I was 10. He pops up now and again. Like a ghost.
I think I need some more Fett in my life.



JHO