
It was one of those big questions. What did Darth Vader look like under his helmet? And Boba Fett? My cousin had a theory that Stormtroopers were robots, and I believed it. Where did the Emperor come from, what were those briefly mentioned Clone Wars about? Such mysteries made Star Wars so intriguing to us as kids: you felt you were shown a glimpse into another world, and it wasn’t trying to please or wow or entertain you, it existed without you. You felt fortunate somehow.
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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