Growing up in the shadow of a cultural icon like Star Wars, how could I not be obsessed?
I could hear my light blue 1990 Ford Escort go over the cracks in the pavement. I was headed northbound on the highway, going eighty miles an hour...
I was no longer one of the weak, everyday people. I looked at the darkness and gained strength from it, feeling my connection with the deformed and evil. I was a powerful being, fed by all things horrible.
I'll just follow the roads, knowing they'll lead me somewhere. I'll know when I get there; and I know what will happen when I get there.
How can I deviate from the course set before me? If a man strive against the Lord, shall He succeed?