The Ballad of Mark HamillIt was a dreary afternoon that day, the sun refusing to show beyond the dull clouds. Mark Hamill sat in his modest home sipping an earthy cup of coffee, starring into the middle distance. On a day like this it was a pleasure to not have to deal with the outside world. It was going to be one of those aimless days of nothing. Mark was just settling down into the mindset for doing nothing when the phone rang. With a sigh he picked up the receiver."Hello, who is this?" he answered, barely bothering to conceal his irritation. However the other party seemed quite oblivious to this."Ah
Are you Luke Skywalker?!" garbled a euphoric voice on the other end.Skywalker, that was a name he'd heard all to often. One that despite how much he'd like to forget, he was certain to be faced with throughout his life. Why did people keep bringing it up anyway?He thought back to that fateful 70's science fiction production. Who could have thought that it would have taken off in such a manner.