Tuesday, December 9, 2008

One of the guys I work with is Indian. I can't pronounce his tribe's name, so I call him Navajo. He has taught me all about teepees, buffaloes, and rain dances.

Yesterday for his birthday I asked him if his celebratory plans included getting real drunk then shooting some bows and arrows. He said no; he was planning to scalp some white people while listening to Morrissey.

I totally begged to come along.