What a killer title, right?

Anyway, this story needs some explanation.

Back in the day, I was a huge nerd. (Well, more than I am now. Sorta).

My brother and I went with a few of his friends to a Star Wars convention back when Star Wars was our lifeblood. I was around nine or so at the time, and my brother and his buddy were around thirteen.

At the convention, I saw a line forming near the entrance, and I discovered that Anthony Daniels (the guy who played C3PO in the movies) was signing autographs.

Now at the sweet and tender age of nine, this was a joy bomb exploding in my brain. Luckily, I had bought a R2-D2 action figure at the convention, so I took it with me for him to sign.

(In retrospect, I probably should have gotten a C3PO action figure for him to sign, but whatever. Not important).

I hopped in line, and was bouncing up and down in anticipation like a kangaroo on ecstasy. When I approached the head of the line, I was stopped by a big guy wearing a black suit, and he told me that in order for Anthony Daniels to sign anything, I needed to pay the $15 fee.

To reiterate - I needed to pay the convention hall so that someone could write their name on some cardboard for me.

I didn't have any money - I spent it all on the ticket to get in. So, I did the most natural thing for a nine-year-old boy whose dreams were crushed - I cried.

I wept tears of bitterness and shame, and walked to a corner of the convention hall to hide myself away from the eyes of others.

I looked mournfully back towards Anthony Daniels, and through my tears, I saw him looking at me, sympathy radiating from him.

That was many years ago.

The scars have healed and the memories are all that remain.

I realize that in the grand scheme of things - when my time on this earth draws to a close - when the flame of my life is extinguished - I can close my eyes and be utterly content.

I cried in front of C3PO.

And that's awesome.

Loser!! JUST KIDDING!!! That's actually sweet and tender. Should be under writing and poetry, not jokes & funny stories. Very nice piece!!

That is a problem that I have - I'm a good writer, but I am also good at writing humor.

So - funny stories board? Writing board?

It makes my head hurt just trying to figure it out. :P

you lucky b@st@rd!

awwww poor thing

that is totally kicka$$ man. i give you mad props.