Disclaimer: The usual stuff. Nothing of SW belongs to me, though I wish it did. J
Now, many people tell you not to get too caught up in something. Maybe it is a book, a TV show or movie. They tell you to get out. Experience life. Live. That there is a thick line between reality and fiction, yet only a thin one between being a fan and obsessed. I was an obsessed fan of Star Wars. Or should I say I am…for nothing has changed that. Not as crazy as some, but I had posters on my walls, many of the toys, I loved the movies, read the books as much as I could and loved it when new ones came out. So of course I was excited about getting to go to Star Wars: Attack of the Clones. Who wouldn't be? Especially with many other fans at the 12:01 am showing along with my best friend, Amberele who had just turned 19, like I would in a month, and my younger brother Paul, who was 13 and had somehow gotten permission to come even though he had school the next day, not that I minded. Both of them were fans though I was more than them, and Amberele was more than Paul. Little did we know that the thick line between reality and fiction would soon be fine…very fine. Fine enough to make it crossable.
