  So I’m a big Star Wars fan. Love the old ones, hate the new ones, as any self respecting fan would. But here’s the deal. I always wanted to be Han Solo. Why not right, he’s the guy with the fast ship, doesn’t take shit from nobody, takes off or stays when he wants to. Has a big heart under all of that rough exterior. You see when I’m getting at with this right.
And a lot of people agreed with this for several reasons. I have a car that I always claim is fast, but when it counts it just kind of sputters out. I stand somewhere off to the sidelines and would rather not get involved, however I do car. The comparison is a decent one; that and the devilish good looks. But t was not meant to be. Alas, the comparison to that whiny little bitch Luke Skywalker is a far more compelling comparison. Let’s take a look at the facts shall we: Owned a land speeder and was always going down to tochi station to pick up some power converters, presumable for it; religious as apposed to the atheist Han Solo; leader of Rogue group, where he piloted Rogue01. This is also where I got the name of my car, and subsequently my own name. But there is more than just that. The story of Star Wars can, if I stretch it far enough, take a very personal likeness to my own life.
As a kid watching the movie I loved them, but I could never understand that culminating moment before the Emperor. Telling Luke that he had to join the Dark Side. Where did that come from? What exactly was going to bin Luke to this old man’s will? It’s unfortunate to say, but these days I understand it all too well. There is constantly that pull to use your powers of intelligence, appearance and even charisma to get what you want and where you want in this world.
The hard way is to actually earn that privilege, not steal it. Don’t assume that it stops there though. I’m not going to go into it now, but there is also a good amount of comparison that can be drawn between Darth Vader and my father (no offense dad). Let’s just say this though: I am a Jedi like my father before me. 
