Culture on the Cheap
Greenpoint’s Very Own Imperial Storm Trooper
Like most people who were born in the 1970′s, I was raised on the Star Wars Trilogy. The REAL Star War Trilogy, that is. Not the recent trio of clap trap whose sole purpose for creation seems to be fleecing and disappointing the movie-going public.
I always found the Deathstar to be particularly fascinating. Not unlike Randal from the movie Clerks, I still find myself asking a lot of questions about what it would be like to be under the employ of the Emperor and stroll the corridors of this stylishly evil space station. For example:
Did Darth Vader offer a 401-K?
Were the storm troopers given an allowance so they could Simonize their helmets?
Did Robert Scarano design the Deathstar?
And most important of all in this day of OHSA:
Was the Deathstar a smoke-free workplace?
I do not know the answers for the first three questions, but I did learn the answer to the latter-most one. This very evening on Franklin Street, no less.
Who knew Greenpoint was the destination of choice for furloughed storm troopers? Then again, since the Garden Spot has the dubious honor of being one of the most vice-ridden neighborhoods in Brooklyn, maybe makes them feel more at home? Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em boys! We won’t judge you.