I started kindergarten in the fall of 1983. For my birthday that year I received this Star Wars wallet. I carried it everywhere.
I stuffed a bunch of clippings inside, filling out my legend with various bits of pocket lint. I don’t remember ever actually eating beef jerky while I was growing up, but according to my cover story I loved it.
The character I was portraying was also a big fan of Orson Welles.
And, I insisted, a veteran (more on that in a minute).
“I am that I am.”
This is the tattoo I got during my tour in Vietnam. I had it removed before I came home, and I carried it around to remind me of everything I’d been through. I may or may not have left a young family behind there, whom by this time, I would guess, are all grown up (just like me).