Darth Ball
When I was...what...21 or 22... I was tipsy.
I was tired.
I was sleepy.
A Jack-in-a-crack ball was staring at me... grinning.
Right beside it, a 12" Star Wars action figure of Darth Maul...also grinning at me.
Always one master, one apprentice...
My paint set was on my table...who CARED if it was 3 o'clock in the morning...
I painted.
I laughed and I painted.
And soon afterwards... Darth Ball was born.
I'm a happy tipsy/drunk. Weird, maybe. Demented, even.
But happy. :)
posted by Bum at 18:20
2 Comments:
Cool! You know darth? He might like this.
One of the many nicknames I got during school was Darth Bum. And now, after the vase incidents at work, it's coming back. :)
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