Ten years ago, George Lucas asked me to do something. And I didn’t do it. I didn’t not do it to be a jerk. I didn’t try and wait to give myself time to grow a better beard than him. (I couldn’t do it anyway. That dude knows how to rock a beard, especially as I can barely keep my 90’s goatee in line.) No, there were a bunch of reasons. Life reasons. Work reasons. Fear. Laziness. Parenthood. But in the end, I did what he asked and now I really hope he’s cool with it.