Twins on Tattoonie. Yup, I had a lot of figures in my time.

Only a true fan carried his figures in a case like this.

One of my first art projects of all time. I'm still struggling with my brush work.

A mass of trading cards, inserts, guns, and miscellaneous goods - including...

This heart shaped plastic box, which contained...

Darth Vader's decapitated head. I know I couldn't part with it, but did I have to put it in a heart shaped box?

The set of mail in bounty hunters from Empire Strikes Back Nothing was more impressive than unwrapping that package back in Scotia, New York.

Nien-Numb. Another send away figure, I remember watching the commercial on TV and writing 9-Numb on the green blotter on the desk.

Two versions of Luke, the flight suit being waaay cooler, for being orange, and also being my favorite pair of underoos when I was a child.

These two Greedos argue over which one shot first.

A grown up boy finds his light saber.

Imperial figures always drew me in. I always wished I had millions of them. And look at that real life dirt on the Stormtrooper.

The ultimate villian of the universe.

Behold the dark side

A view into the box of goodies.

Some of my oddest and favorite characters of all time. Notice the trash compacter creature in foam trash. And Snaggletooth? Sweet.

Leia chained.

Racial equality hit the Star Wars universe by the second chapter. I needed the black guy because he was different from the white guy. Both sucked ass

A back panel with checks on all the figures I owned. I kept careful track.

Amzingly, this Tie Fighter pilot still smells differently from all the other figures. He always did, fresh out of the box, sweet, like cherries.

My Darth Vader poster.

The question these guys are asking themselves: "Which one of us got the bigger shaft from being in the new Star Wars movies?"

Minature spaceships, and some anonymous figure I couldn't remember his name. He must have been my brother's, I never would've insisted on getting him

The journey to the dark side is complete.