My Best Friend is a Wookie: One Boy's Journey to Find His Place in the Galaxy
By Tony Pacitti
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So begins the real-life hero's journey of Jedi Knight wannabe Tony Pacitti. In this hilarious coming-of-age memoir, Tony shows how Star Wars has served as a source of comfort, guidance, and wisdom in his life. From the first thunderous boom of John William's score, seven-year-old Tony takes on Star Wars as his moral compass, his mentor, even his psychologist. Like his hero Luke Skywalker, Tony must then overcome Stormtrooper bullies, Lando turncoats, and Emperor Palpatine authority figures and embrace his own geekiness to grow into a man worthy of riding shotgun with Chewie.
With the sense of humor of Han Solo, the willpower of Luke Skywalker, and the wisdom of a (much younger) Yoda, Pacitti uses the Force to follow his heart, overcome obstacles, and live a life worthy of a Jedi knight, endearing Star Wars fans everywhere in the process!
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My Best Friend is a Wookie - Tony Pacitti
MY BEST
FRIEND IS A
WOOKIEE
A Memoir
ONE BOY’S JOURNEY
TO FIND HIS PLACE
IN THE GALAXY
TONY PACITTI
9781440505836_0006_002Copyright © 2010 by Tony Pacitti
All rights reserved.
This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher; exceptions are made for brief excerpts used in published reviews.
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This publication is designed to provide accurate and authoritative information with regard to the subject matter covered. It is sold with the understanding that the publisher is not engaged in rendering legal, accounting, or other professional advice. If legal advice or other expert assistance is required, the services of a competent professional person should be sought.
— From a Declaration of Principles jointly adopted by a Committee of the American Bar Association and a Committee of Publishers and Associations
This book has not been endorsed, approved, licensed by, and is in no way affiliated with George Lucas or Lucas-film, Ltd. The content contained herein is solely created by the author. Star Wars and related properties are registered trademarks of Lucasfilm, Ltd. All rights reserved.
The excerpt on pages 199–200 is from the article It Will Be a Day Long Remembered . . .
by Tony Pacitti. Originally published on May 5, 2005 in Volume 51, Issue 27, of the UMass Dartmouth Torch. Copyright © 2005 by UMass Dartmouth Torch. Used by permission.
PRAISE FOR MY BEST FRIEND IS A WOOKIEE: A MEMOIR
"I know I’m not the first person to ponder why Star Wars was such a touchstone in many people’s lives. But I think what George Lucas did in creating a ‘used universe’ was make the fantastic and unimaginable accessible and relatable.
What Tony Pacitti has done with this book is kind of the same thing. In recounting his personal life journey and love affair with this not-always-loved film series, I believe he has found a commonality that we can all relate to. He has made the geeky accessible. For whom among us has not felt like an outsider at one time or another, or known the bliss and pain of falling in and out of love, or of going down paths in our life we knew we should not have?
This book will speak to many more people than Tony may realize because like Star Wars, it is an experience that has been shared by millions."
— Kevin Rubio, Writer/Director of TROOPS
"Tony Pacitti’s My Best Friend Is a Wookiee is a hyperdrive tour through Star Wars fandom that’s more fun than shooting womp rats in Beggar’s Canyon. But it’s also a comical, tender, no-punches-pulled coming-of-age memoir. We see a painfully shy kid slowly trying out the Jedi-like powers of adulthood and using the trans-formative Force (and forces) of the Star Wars universe to get him there. A heartbreaking work of staggering geekiness."
— Ethan Gilsdorf, Author of Fantasy Freaks and Gaming Geeks: An Epic Quest for Reality Among Role Players, Online Gamers, and Other Dwellers of Imaginary Realms
"Tony’s journey starts in the safe haven of a childhood with the secret knowledge that The Empire Strikes Back is the greatest movie of all time, to a middle-school experience with the Special Editions, learning about midi-chlorians in high school, and finally reacting to the love of new, younger fans as an adult. Through bitter tears and explosive accomplishments, Tony reconnects us all with our youth in an intimate and powerful way. He uses hilarious language that’s rich in nerd-minutiae with references firing off like Death Star quad-turbo-laser-cannons. But just like the drama of a favorite fantasy story settling into its place of ultimate importance in our own lives, this story is real and at times painful. When it’s all said and done, we, the readers, find ourselves much like Chewbacca himself standing restrained next to the heartbroken who says, ‘I love you’ to a movie series. And, of course, the inevitable reply will come: ‘I know.’"
— Scott Hinze, Host, Co-Creator of Fanboy Radio
"My Best Friend Is a Wookiee is the candid story of Tony’s love affair with George Lucas’s space opera. The movies were escape and consolation for a bullied, lonely kid in a new neighborhood; they helped him find companionship with other fans, inspired his creativity, and gave him something to cling to during the turbulence of puberty and junior high.
Tony’s experiences aren’t sugarcoated. He shows us that real-world ‘rebels’ are often deadbeat stoners; that sticking to your own beliefs can make you a loner; and that normal teenagers are neither pure-hearted heroes nor dark-side villains. Bullies can become friends, and nice guys can break hearts. But Tony’s closing words carry a sense of generosity and the start of wisdom, and it’s clear that Star Wars helped him get there."
— Will Brooker, Director of Research in Film and Television, Kingston University; Author of Using the Force: Creativity, Community and Star Wars Fans
To Mom and Dad.
This is all your fault. . . . I mean that in a good way.
Author’s Note: The situations and characters in this book are all based off my memory of actual events. In some cases, names and traits have been changed and composite characters have been created. Otherwise this is my life, as I recall it, as a fanboy.
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
EPISODE I
A FANBOY IS BORN
CHAPTER 1 SAGA GENESIS
CHAPTER 2 LIFE BEFORE STAR WARS
CHAPTER 3 QUEEF AND ME, OR HOW I LEARNED
TO START WORRYING AND LOVE STAR WARS
CHAPTER 4 I HAVE A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS . . .
CHAPTER 5 I CAME, I SAW NOTHING, I WET MY PANTS
CHAPTER 6 INDIANA SKYWALKER AND THE RECTUM OF DOOM
CHAPTER 7 PROOF OF AN EXPANDED UNIVERSE
CHAPTER 8 SOMETHING SPECIAL
EPISODE II
COOL AS TATOOINE
CHAPTER 9 JUNIOR HIGH: WHERE CHILDHOOD GOES TO DIE
CHAPTER 10 DISTURBANCES IN THE FORCE
CHAPTER 11 JAR JAR BINKS AND HIS AMAZING HYPE MACHINE!
CHAPTER 12 BETWEEN HEARTBREAK AND
EPISODE II THERE IS AW KWARD TEENAGE ROMANCE
CHAPTER 13 (W)RITE OF PASSAGE
CHAPTER 14 I, FANBOY
EPISODE III
LOVE AND LIGHTSABERS
CHAPTER 15 ONE GIANT LEAP FOR FANKIND
CHAPTER 16 NEW LOVE AND LOOMING REVENGE
CHAPTER 17 DON’T SITH IN MY MOUTH AND CALL IT A SUNDAE
CHAPTER 18 WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE CLOUD CITY
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
PROLOGUE
In the summer of 2008 I was in the final stages of recovering from the Star Wars prequels. Over the years I had become one of those curmudgeonly, old fanboys who sat at his computer in his underpants raving like a madman whenever he heard news about a Star Wars spinoff or new DVD edition. I’d yell at these things the way your grandfather yells about how loud your music is or how much better life was before snowplows. For me, there had only ever been the three original Star Wars films, but for a while they seemed to be long gone. My memory of them was overshadowed by Episode I, II, and III and George Lucas’s commitment to reimagining the movies I grew up with by way of digital wizardry.
Meanwhile, the films that had filled me with so much wonder, hope, and creative inspiration as a boy, the movies that had comforted me when I felt so afraid of trying to be the person I wanted to be, were still out there. But I had become so blinded by my disappointment that that special kind of cinematic lightning hadn’t struck twice, I had been unable to see that.
Gradually I was able to make peace with my hatred of the prequels and move on. Old wounds were healing and the scars weren’t nearly as bad as I had expected. So imagine my surprise when, seemingly out of the blue, a new Star Wars movie was set to drop out of hyperspace into a theater near me.
When The Clone Wars movie — which was in fact a pilot for the soon-to-air animated TV series — came out, my initial response was one of sheer horror and confusion. It was as if my dead best friend was suddenly reanimated and starving for brains, and was shuffling mindlessly down my driveway. I already had my worries about the upcoming show, but movies and television shows were apples and oranges. I was gearing up for The Clone Wars TV series with cautious curiosity, but buying tickets for the movie? That felt like someone was asking me to point out my would-be murderer in a lineup. I didn’t know if I could stand Star Wars on the big screen again. At the same time, I began to suspect that facing the new movie could be empowering. If I faced up to it, I could tell it that what was done was done, that it couldn’t hurt me anymore. It could do nothing to change how important the movies were to me. Either way, if I was going to face it, I needed some help.
One of my coworkers had a ten-year-old son named Marc. The boy was a full-fledged, all-out, balls-to-the-wall Star Wars nut. It was a fact he wore proudly on his sleeve: his mother had even brought him in to work one Halloween in a homemade Boba Fett costume. I was beyond impressed, and after a trip home to my parents’ house, I returned with a stack of my old Star Wars novels, a gift from a once-bitter, old fanboy to a bright-eyed, young daydreamer. I saw a lot of my younger self in Marc. Just as I once had, Marc firmly believed that any Star Wars was good Star Wars.
I asked Marc’s mother if the two of them would join me in what was sure to be ninety minutes of nonstop neon explosions, where the fun would be inversely proportional to the product placement. My mind was pretty much made up before I even saw the previews, but just below my jaded surface was a secret agenda: to be reminded how it felt to see Star Wars through the fresh eyes of a kid whose every waking thoughts were of Wookiees and lightsabers.
9781440505836_0016_001When I arrived at their house, Marc ran out the door to greet me in the driveway.
"I’m watching Episode III, he informed me, and then with a spooky voice and ten wiggly fingers, he intoned,
Reveeeenge of the Sith!"
I walked inside and plopped down on their couch, cringing through the banter between Yoda and the Emperor. Marc sat next to me, but he may as well have been billions of miles away, completely swept up in the action on the screen. He loved this movie as unequivocally as I loved The Empire Strikes Back.
You know they used a puppet Yoda in the first one,
he told me, referring to Yoda’s scenes in The Phantom Menace.
Oh yeah?
I replied, trying hard and failing miserably to swallow the bile rising in my throat and mirror his enthusiasm.
They used computers for all the other ones.
There was a pause as he watched Yoda draw his lightsaber.
Yeah,
he continued, computer Yoda is so much better.
The notion that a digitized Yoda could ever be better than Frank Oz with his hand up the business end of a Muppet was exactly the kind of thing that got my Underoos all in a knot. As far as Marc was concerned, the new trilogy trumped the old one. Maybe I had misjudged the situation. What if instead of helping me remember how great it was to be a kid experiencing Star Wars for the first time, I just ended up beating him up and leaving him bleeding to death in a Dumpster somewhere? I guess I could always plead the Forgotten Amendment, which our forefathers included in the Secret Constitution, which clearly states that any act of Star Wars–related aggression committed against a minor is automatically dismissed if the minor willingly confesses to preferring CGI Yoda to Puppet Yoda. (Don’t look too closely into that legal argument.)
9781440505836_0017_001We wolfed down a quick lunch before the movie, and I picked Marc’s brain about all things Star Wars. We talked about Anakin’s transformation from hero to Darth Vader, an important narrative arc that I felt had been rushed but Marc praised. After hearing his thoughts on Yoda I had expected this, but he surprised me when we started talking about the parallel love stories in each trilogy. He agreed that Han and Leia’s relationship was far more compelling than the one between Anakin and Padmé.
That was sickening,
he told me, though it was probably because Anakin and Padmé’s was a bit more mushy. Ten-year-old boys don’t do mushy.
We discussed Star Wars’ alien sidekicks Jar Jar and Chew-bacca. Though Marc conceded that Chewie was the cooler sidekick, he continued to defy all of my expectations with wild, bogus claims like using a puppet for Yoda was cheesier than anything Jar Jar Binks ever did, ever.
Dude, you’re kidding, right?
I asked — no, I begged.
No way. I like him,
he insisted. He’s blundering and innocent. He totally lightens the mood of intergalactic war.
Noticing the clock, I decided to wrap up the debate with something more specific — the Clone Wars. A major conflict that had been an integral part of the Star Wars mythology since the very first film, the Clone Wars themselves had been all but passed over in the last three installments. It was a struggle that fans had been dying to see since a hologram of Carrie Fisher had mentioned it in 1977. For Marc this made perfect sense. He thought that Anakin’s personal character arc and his involvement in the Clone Wars would have gotten in the way of one another, so this, a film and then a companion animated series, seemed like the best way to show the war itself.
Huh. You know what, Marc, I never thought of that.
Yeah, no kidding!
Shuddup!
As we walked into the theater, a very small, and very irritating, part of me started to panic. Looking around, I expected spikes to erupt from behind the posters and concession menus like an unused booby trap George Lucas had kicked around from the Temple of Doom days. When I approached the girl working the ticket booth, I waited for her to whisper, Turn back! Turn back now before it’s too late! Nothing but evil awaits you in auditorium six, third down on your left!
With paranoia starting to take hold, I nervously turned to Marc and asked him what he was expecting to get out of our impending ordeal.
Comedy,
he said. Definitely some comedy. I mean, just look at the way it’s animated!
Marc wasn’t too far off. The movie had a lot of what a kid his age would call great comedy. Things got silly right off the bat, when the bad guys kidnapped Jabba the Hutt’s baby son. Then we met Anakin’s new Padawan, Ahsoka, a smart-mouthed brat who seemed as if her personality was developed in focus-group hell. The two of them fight a lot of droids — who for whatever reason are all wise-cracking, sub-incompetent goofballs — save the baby Hutt, run around and generally get nothing done. The silliest part of the whole thing, however, was Jabba’s uncle, Ziro the Hutt, who struck me as equal parts Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas and Nathan Lane’s character from The Birdcage.
The movie jumped from one battle scene to another, and Marc’s eyes flicked back and forth, soaking in every digitally rendered nanosecond of what he was clearly enjoying the ever-living crap out of. He leaned in for the quiet parts and waited patiently to be tossed back into his seat when an explosion rocked out of the sound system.
While Marc immersed himself completely in the experience, I was overassessing everything. This isn’t my Star Wars, I thought. No way in hell would I have bought into this when I was his age.
We walked back to the car after the movie ended and I silently went over it again and again, feeling neither the hatred I had been expecting nor the pleasure I had been hoping for. Marc, on the other hand, hopped from one foot to another, all jacked up on having just done an hour-and-a-half-long line of eye-cocaine, and regaled us with a recap of what we had just watched as if we hadn’t been there with him. He pantomimed lightsaber duels and recited his favorite droid one-liners. Then he looked up, a little out of breath, and a big toothy grin stretched wide across his round face.
So. What did you think?
I asked.
That. Was. Awesome.
This wasn’t an opinion, said his tone, but a fact. "That was a Star Wars movie."
Maybe he’ll read this when he’s my age and try to take those words back. Or maybe he won’t. By all rights, the Ewoks are pretty lame, but I don’t enjoy Return of the Jedi any less. They get a pass on my grown-up sensibilities because of my childhood attachment to them. I always sort of knew this, but it wasn’t until I sat down with Marc, who spoke to me on behalf of a generation who had been raised on this new brand of Star Wars, that I was really willing to admit that.
Watching and talking about Star Wars with Marc didn’t do exactly what I had hoped it would. I didn’t suddenly find myself in love with the new movies, but I found something when I saw his face erupt with pure, unbridled joy because of what was happening on the screen in front of us. In his eyes I saw a spark, a glimmer of something that this big, weird, wonderful world of make-believe stirred inside him. It’s the same spark you would have seen in my eyes sixteen years earlier, back in the summer of ’92, when I had my first look at a galaxy far, far away. . . .
EPISODE I
A FANBOY IS
BORN
CHAPTER 1
SAGA GENESIS
IT WAS THE PERFECT DAY to get socked in the face with clumps of wet dirt. The ambush ended as quickly as it started, a flashflood of dirty projectiles and savage war cries from my hidden assailants. Slowly, with my head down and my tail between my legs, I walked home, picking clumps of mud out of my hair and wiping tears from my cheeks. What little self-esteem I’d had was shattered on the corner of my street like shards of a broken mirror, reflecting the laughing, loose-tooth faces of the jerks who had pelted me with filth. I was seven years old, living in a new house in a new town, and had just been introduced to the rest of the guys in my neighborhood by way of elementary-school guerilla tactics. The friends I had were a half-hour car ride away. Given our inability to see each other and the fickle minds of seven-year-olds, they felt as tangible as imaginary friends.
I have always worn my emotions on my sleeve, and that day was no exception. I may as