Boba Fett is my muse. Why? He’s the best collection agent EVER, he doesn’t try to please everyone and he rocks his style. Josh Shaffer, a reporter at the News & Observer interviewed me about my Boba Fettish and got to the heart of why I write about him and other Star Wars characters in Heroes without Capes. Check it out. There’s also a video of me reading my poem, “Boba Fett at the Chick-fil-A in Hickory, NC.” At my last Toastmasters meeting I gave a speech about Boba Fett while wearing my Star Wars skirt and favorite Boba Fett T-shirt (my regular outfit)—I bet that’s the first time that happened! I also brought my guitar and rocked out to my song, “Boba Fett at the Chick-fil-A,” based on the poem mentioned above.

So why this Fettish?

I explain here:

  1. Boba Fett is the best collection agent EVER. How many times have I wished I could call up Boba Fett and ask him to strong arm my deadbeat clients? I’d say, “Please pay me by Wednesday, or I’m sending my bounty hunter after you.” Boba Fett always gets his man. The ending of The Empire Strikes Back was a downer for both Darth Vader and the Rebels. Vader missed his chance to bring in Luke and the Rebels returned to their base without Han. Boba Fett was the only “winner” in the film. He was born to be a bounty hunter. The lesson: Fett’s someone who is using his gifts and sharing them with the world. He’s also consistent, persistent and demonstrates excellent follow-through.
  2. His words match his actions. Boba Fett knows who he is and carries himself with confidence. While cradling his rifle like a baby, he doesn’t let finks or his Inner Critic thwart him from his goals. Boba Fett’s not a people pleaser and doesn’t much care if you disagree with him. He also is not afraid to tell Darth Vader, the baddest dude in the galaxy, “What if he doesn’t survive. He’s worth a lot to me.” Who in their right mind would talk to Vader without saying “Lord Vader” first? Plus, you can tell they’ve known each other a long time because Boba Fett’s not afraid to get in Vader’s personal space. Fett doesn’t have a lot to say in the movies, but sometimes less is more. Here are all four of his lines. The lesson: Fett is a strong man who stands still and exhibits patience. He doesn’t try to please everyone.
  3. Cool personal style. Most kids back in 1979 ordered their Boba Fett action figure through the mail-in offer, which started the Boba Fett craze—you had to work hard to get your hands on him. Boba Fett wears battle-scarred Mandalorian armor featuring a jet pack, tattered poncho, and Wookiee scalps on his left shoulder. The first time I read about/saw his costume, I had to know more about this guy. Wookiee scalps? Man, Boba Fett wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with. His costume is both functional and intimidating. Upon closer inspection of this upper body armor, Fett bears a red Mandalorian (it looks like a squid) symbol on his left bicep and a wheat frond encased in a blue circle by his right shoulder (because his people are farmers). His boots have toe spikes and his knees are armor-plated. Of course, his T-shaped helmet is awesome. The lesson: Boba Fett has his own personal brand and style that’s different from everyone else. 

Great lessons, huh?

In my series of Boba Fett poems, I’ve made the famed bounty hunter a recovering alcoholic who’s working hard on changing the script of his past. He follows a code and tries to do right by those who can’t fight for themselves. And he’s a survivor who’s thriving. However, he is judgmental when it comes to stupidity and can’t stand chatty Cathys. Okay, okay—maybe that’s a bit of me thrown in there. He’s neither all good nor all bad—in fact, I have the theory that he killed Luke’s aunt and uncle because after he found out that Darth Vader (before he was Vader) had a hand in killing his father, Jango. So, if you tract it back, Boba Fett started Star Wars!

Although I’ve known Boba Fett almost my whole life, only recently have I considered him my muse. As I was writing my superhero poems for Heroes without Capes, Boba Fett said to me, “Same idiots everywhere from Tatooine to Johnston County. Except Jabba doesn’t buy me drinks.” Wow. That was it. I had to know this guy more and I relocated him from the Star Wars universe to North Carolina. The real fun came when I “Frankensteined” a poem about me visiting the Chick-fil-A in Hickory, North Carolina, while I was driving to Asheville. On the wall by the restrooms was a huge Sunday School-looking mural depicting Jeremiah 29:11 (For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”) with bunnies and rainbows. I had to write a poem about this. While the poem as me as the speaker didn’t go anywhere, once I inserted Boba Fett into the scene, there was excitement and reason behind the message. Fett sees the poster as a sign to change his life; that God has a plan and a purpose for him. I guess God also has a plan and purpose for me to spread my message of Boba Fett with everyone I meet!