(1): I don’t drink, never had a drop of alcohol in my life, not a drop.
(2): What kind of Indian are you?
….and his mom made the BEST frybread…
1)Hey Victor, I’m sorry about you dad.2)How did you find out?1)I heard it on the wind. I heard it from the birds, and besides, your mom was just in here crying.
An Indian man aint nothin’ without his hair.
Back then Arnold Joseph was a hippy- but that was ok b/c most hippies were tryin’ to be Indians anyways… and he stood there with peace signs splashed across his face like warpaint… and the sign beside him said ‘make love not war’ just as he proceeded to beat the fucking shit out of a national guard officer… they charged him with attempted manslaughter, then they plea bargined it down to assault and battery and then they plea bargined it down to being Indian in the 21st century.
Coeur d’Alene people, our reservation is beautiful this morning! It’s a good day to be indigeneous.
guess your warrior look doesn’t work all the time, enit?
How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream? Do we forgive our fathers for leanin’ us too often, or forever when we were little? Maybe for scarin’ us with unexpected rage, or makin’ us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all? Do we forgive our fathers for marryin’ – or not marryin’ – our mothers? For divorcin’ – or not divorcin’ – our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushin’ – or leanin’? For shuttin’ doors, for speakin’ through walls – or never speakin’? Or never bein’ silent?
Do we forgive our fathers in our age, or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it to them, or not saying it? If we forgive our fathers, what is left?
I heard it on the wind, I heard it in the trees, I heard it in the streams, and your mom was just in here crying bout it.
I’ve had it! No more drinkin’!!
It’s a good day to be indigenous!
Me and Victor…we were born of flame and ash…
Quit grinning like an idiot. Indians aint supposed to smile like that. Get stoic.
Sometimes it is a good day to die, sometimes it is a good day for breakfast.
Sometimes it’s a good day to die, and sometimes it’s a good day to have breakfast.
Sometimes it’s a good day to die, and sometimes it’s a good day to play basketball.
Sometimes it’s a good day to die, sometimes it’s a good day to have breakfast.
Victor’s Mom makes the best fry bread in the whole world. Back home on the reservation, we use it in church. It’s like Jesus bread, its walk on water bread.
What?!?! You wanna look like you just got back from catching a fish? This ain’t Dances With Salmon, you know!
You know all those movies you never saw John Wayne’s teeth? Not once. I think there’s something wrong when you don’t see a guy’s teeth.
You know the only thing more pathetic than Indians on TV? Indians watching Indians on TV!
you know thomas you’re always tryin’ to talk like some damn medicine man…
You know, there are some children who aren’t really children at all. They’re just pillars of flame that burn everything they touch. And there are some children who are just pillars of ash, that fall apart if you touch ’em. Me and Victor, we were children born of flame. And ash.
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