Keith R. Potempa

“Aw shii!” one of the thugs said. “You a stormtroopa?” “Ah dog, and he’s got Leia with em. She fiiine.” On the third floor of a Nashville Radisson, in the triple doored executive suites, I drank luke-warm beer in the company of Cloud, Desmond, and a slew of other dorks. A man dressed in a …