Reznjun

a few years back some touristas came to the tribal office. they wanted to talk to someone that had left the reservation and had come back. i remarked that ‘i left da rez last weekend and came back’.  they continued on as though they hadnt heard me. guess it wasnt funny. usually some people only want preconceived ideas of theirs to be reinforced. this country njun wouldnt give them that.

well i left da rez again this past weekend. went to haskell to see my niece tara play basketball. was alot of rez folks there. all to see tara play. the other team won. they were bigger, stronger and looked like they were better coached. tara played more last year at johnson county. haskell better wise up and play that girl more. she is good.

i got a kick out of the haskells team name. they are the ‘fighting indians’. sounds like me and my brothers back when we used to party together. if indians use the term indians its alright i guess. i get grief now and then for my use of the term ‘njun’. i dont need to justify myself to some bleeding heart. i lived in the days when i was called a ‘fukken injun’. i got into some hellacious fights over that. carrying a sign and protesting wouldnt have done any good. ignorance ruled those days. some idiots only understood an ass kicking. that usually stopped the usage of the term.

being on campus brought back some memories. i had gone to haskell over a ten year period. i was young and crazy then. it was my heavy drinking days. its a wonder i even graduated. got an a.a. in liberal arts. it was a juco then. the course work was no challenge to me,  my out of control drinking was the problem. being in a non stop party scene didnt help. the bars would be crowded with hundreds of indians.

i primarily studied journalism there. wrote my first editorial there. and i was into photography big time.  ironically it was there that i learned roach making. for years  the mission was to churn out good little indians that went into civil service. someone had the idea that they should also teach indian culture. out of guilt maybe. so i took a ‘indian studies module’ for one credit hour. 200 students enrolled and only 4 of us finished the class. thats why there aint many roach makers.

while at the game my sister called me and asked if i wanted some cheech and chong tickets. they were 100 dollar tickets. i said not really. william took them. he said there were lots of gray haired people there. yeah. nothing funnier than old people still trying to suck on a joint. but on the other hand maybe we need the peace and love from them days. better than the wars and violence we live with today.

last time i went to the clinic i took tests. they said my cholesterol was high. so i been working on that. for years i have been eating fresh eggs for breakfast. so i started to eat oatmeal instead. i hated the stuff at boarding school. we had to eat it everyday. cept sunday, when we were rewarded with stale corn flakes. i wouldnt touch either for years. well in my cheech and chong days i would nail half a box of corn flakes. the other day i said hell with it and had sausage and eggs. gotta live sometime. i work with my diet as much as i can.

seen on the news where a movie shot round here is coming out. it was written by some professors. it is about indian boarding school. there are many people around here that went off to boarding school. we dont need to see a movie to understand the experience. probably could add things that the professors would never understand.

i have to check my junk email now and then so i dont lose something i need to see.  i get all kinds of stuff. usually scams of some kind or other. i even got a spam text message on my phone. i never read any of it. just delete it. i have to check it cuz anything with the word forward or fwd goes directly there. got tired of seeing the cutesy forward stuff. but i have to check for messages that are replied to. they go there too.

while at the game i got another order for a roach. so i am kept busy.

Tags: roach making